Page 36 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Lo stepped from behind the door, rubbing his face where the door had smacked him. He looked more annoyed than hurt, his brow furrowed as he glared at me. “Not exactly the welcome we were expecting,” he grunted.

“We?” I squeaked, my eyes widening.

As if on cue, Jonas stepped out of the shadows, his tall frame filling the doorway as he climbed the stairs into the RV. “Where is she?” he asked, his voice low and urgent.

I didn’t need to ask who he was talking about. He was here for Lennox. Without a word, I pointed to the second bunk on the left bottom.

Jonas moved into the RV with purpose, heading straight for Lennox. I leaned against the doorframe, still processing the fact that Lo and Jonas were here. I looked down at Lo, raising an eyebrow. “You couldn’t call and let me know you were on the way?” I asked, half-exasperated, half-relieved.

Lo shrugged, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Thought you might like the surprise.”

Before I could respond, a scream echoed across the campsite from Alice’s camper. It was loud and piercing, cutting through the stillness of the night.

“What in the hot hell?” Alice screeched, her voice filled with shock and confusion.

“You bring company with you?” I asked Lo, already bracing myself for the answer.

Lo nodded, stepping further into the RV. “Wrecker and his kid.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. Wrecker and his kid? This night just kept getting crazier. “You bought the guys from the Fallen Lords? Why did you bring them?” I asked, my voice incredulous.

Lo nodded again, not seeming the least bit bothered by my growing alarm. “We’ve been talking this week, and I gave Wrecker a call when Jonas was going on about coming up here. I thought he might like to take the ride with us.” He nodded down the hallway where Jonas had disappeared into Lennox’s bunk. “He was worried about her, and I didn’t want him to drive here by himself.”

“Is he going to take her home?” I asked. I knew Lennox would love seeing Jonas, but I didn’t want her to leave.

Lo shrugged. “Not sure. He just wanted to get eyes on her. You know how it is, babe. If you would have called me crying and upset over some bitch, I would have been here, too.”

I sighed and walked into his arms. “I know,” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Missed you,” he gruffly whispered.

“Can we go to sleep now that we know there isn’t a madman outside come to kill us?” Greta asked.

“You got room in your bed for me?” Lo asked.

I leaned back and smiled up at him. “Always handsome.”

The guys showing up in the middle of the night was unexpected, but it was nice.

I turned off the lights and led Lo back to my bed.

Jonas was snuggled up with Lennox, who somehow was still asleep.

“Night,” I whispered to him.

Lo and I made our way to the back of the RV, the narrow hallway feeling even tighter with him beside me. The dim lighting barely illuminated the way, casting long shadows on the walls as we walked. The familiar hum of the RV’s generator was the only sound, grounding me in the moment.

Lo kicked off his boots with a casual thud, each one landing in the corner like they belonged there. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside without a second thought. The sight of him, all rugged and tired from the road, made my heart ache in a way that was both comforting and bittersweet.

I climbed into bed first, the sheets cool against my skin. The mattress dipped as Lo followed, settling in beside me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close until my back was pressed against his chest. His warmth enveloped me, a feeling so familiar. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the quiet strength that I’d missed so much.

I sighed contently, nuzzling into the crook of his arm. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I saw you,” I whispered, my voice barely breaking the quiet.

He tightened his grip around me, his chin resting gently on the top of my head. “Same, babe. Fucking same,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with the kind of exhaustion that only comes after too many miles on the road and too many nights apart.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just lay there, wrapped up in each other, letting the silence speak for us. Therewas no need for words; everything I needed was right here, holding me close. The world outside the RV, the noise, the chaos—it all faded away until there was nothing left but the two of us together in the small, cozy space that had seen so many of our moments.

I closed my eyes, letting the steady rhythm of Lo’s breathing lull me into a peaceful calm.

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