Page 19 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
We belted every word.
“Just a small-town girl!”
“Livin’ in a LONELY WORLD!”
We danced, laughed, and sang like no one was watching, even though every single person in Tig’s definitely was.
It didn’t matter.
It was one of those perfect moments.
The kind you remember forever.
And it was only day two of vacation.
Meg
Empty plates littered the three tables we had shoved together at Roselia’s.Salsa smeared on plates, a graveyard of lime wedges, and used napkins crumpled like casualties of battle.Sizzling platters of now-devoured fajitas sat cold, their smoke long gone.Cheese stuck to the bottom of the quesadilla tray like it was trying to hang on for dear life.It looked like a Mariachi band and a hungry army had collided.
I leaned back in my chair and patted my overstuffed stomach with a groan.“I should not have eaten those two baskets of chips, a quesadilla, and then my full plate of fajitas.”
Lo chuckled beside me, twisting the lime into his beer.“Yeah, babe.I was pretty impressed when you polished off the second basket of chips.”
I smiled through the pain of overeating, the kind of contentment that only comes after devouring food with people you love.“After all these years, I still surprise you.”
The table erupted in laughter.
Alice leaned forward.“So tomorrow is duck boat day.Non-negotiable.”
“And we should do the jet boat too,” I added quickly.“We can do the dinner boat and ghost boat Friday.”
“Are we going to get wet on the boats?”Adley asked.Her face was a perfect mix of curiosity and caution.
I hesitated.I knew the duck boat was safe and dry, but the jet boat?We’d be soaked.
Still, I gave her my best innocent face.“No, no.”
Greta opened her mouth, probably to contradict me, but I shot her a look sharp enough to slice cheddar.She clamped her lips shut.“You’ll be dry as a bone when you get off,” she said smoothly.
“Good, then I won’t wear my bathing suit,” Adley said.
Oh boy.
The waitress arrived with the checks, all clipped neatly in little black booklets.Lo had offered to cover the table, but none of the other guys went for that.Everyone insisted on paying their own way, and bills and cash quickly exchanged hands across the table.
Adley pulled out her card.“Oh shoot, she didn’t give me a pen to sign.Does anyone have a pen?”
I raised my hand.“I do.I’ve got a couple.”
I opened my purse, and sitting right on top of my wallet was a little purple turtle.
I blinked.“What in the world is going on?”
I pulled the turtle out and held it up.
“This is the third little turtle I have found today.”
Cyn pointed her fork at me.“I found one in my ice bucket last night!”
