Page 38 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close until my back was nestled against his chest, his breath warm against my neck. “Here I thought you were going to be excited to see me,” he mumbled, his voice rumbling in my ear.

I sighed, relaxing into him despite the whirlwind of emotions still swirling in my head. “Well, you scared the shit out of me, Wrecker. I thought you were a bear trying to break into the camper.”

He scoffed, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “I don’t think bears know how to unlock doors, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, though a small smile tugged at my lips.

We were silent for a moment, the night settling in around us, but my mind was still buzzing. “You guys really rode all the way here for Lennox?” I asked quietly.

“Snapper rode all the way here for Lennox. Fox and I rode here for you, and King for Meg. We didn’t know you guys wereat a campground with a bitchy Karen. There may be more out there.”

“And you guys are going to protect us from them?” I couldn’t help but laugh softly at the absurdity of it all.

“Don’t I always protect you, babe, no matter what?” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart squeeze.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of Wrecker, a mix of leather and something uniquely him. “Yes, and I can’t help but love you for it.”

“Good,” he grunted, holding me a little tighter.

“None of the other guys are headed this way, are they?” I asked, suddenly dreading the idea of more late-night visitors.

“No, babe, just us.”

I rolled over so I was facing him, our foreheads almost touching. “Good. I don’t think I have it in me for more late-night visitors.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before cradling my face in his large hands. “Love you,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

“Love you, too,” I whispered back, feeling a sense of peace settle over me.

“We all love each other!” Nikki called out from the other bed, her voice tinged with annoyance. “Now go to freakin’ sleep!”

Wrecker chuckled low in his chest, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the absurdity of the night giving way to a warmth that only Wrecker could bring.

Chapter Eleven

We’ve got a plan…

Meg

“Who would have thought King, Fox, Wrecker, and Snapper were considered girls?” Greta’s voice floated over from the RV steps as she made her way down to the table where breakfast was spread out.

Jonas lounged comfortably in the chair Greta usually claimed, with Lennox on his lap. He gave her a teasing grin. “You’re just mad because Bear didn’t want to come.”

Greta shot him a look that could cut steel and grabbed a plate, flipping him off without missing a beat. “My man is actually hunting a fugitive in Ohio right now, thank you very much. I’m pretty sure that’s a little more important.” She snagged a sausage and took a hefty bite, speaking around her mouthful. “And August is having the time of his life with his Aunt Royal.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Greta tearing into breakfast like a hungry lioness. “Living it up at Windemere, huh? You might never get your baby back.”

Greta rolled her eyes dramatically and began piling her plate high with pancakes, eggs, and more sausage. It was clear she wasn’t going to starve, even if the guys decided to eat everything in sight.

“What’s Windemere?” Alice asked, curiosity piqued as usual.

I chuckled and gave her the short version. “Long story short, we’ve got mafia in the family. Windemere is their big ol’ house on the outskirts of town. Royal lives there with Marco along with Kitty, Princeton, and her dad. Plus Leo, Murphy, Creed, Tatum, and Jada.”

Alice narrowed her eyes, looking like a cat about to pounce on something. “I know you said long story short, but I’m going to need a bit more information than that.”

Wrecker’s voice came from behind her, laden with warning. “Babe.”

Alice turned to him with a mock whine. “Wrecker, she just said the word ‘mafia,’ and I’m not supposed to ask questions? That’s like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit and expecting it not to eat it.”

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