Page 38 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
They didn’t even answer.
“They’ll be back in five minutes,” Hero said.“It’s right around the corner.”
Meg beamed.“They’re getting us cotton candy.”
Adley sighed.“I don’t think I’ll ever find someone like that.I’m surrounded by amazing men who are either related to me or already claimed.”
Raven pointed at her and winked.“Find me on a day Clash forgets to take the trash out, and I’ll convince you that you don’t need a man.”
We all laughed.
“You’ll find someone,” I told Adley.“You’re young.”
She groaned.“I’m thirty-two, unemployed, and living in my parents’ basement.A real catch.”
“But you’re hot!”Cyn said.“That counts for something.And once you start working at the pool hall, the guys’ll come running.”
Adley rolled her eyes.“Yeah, not sure Mr.Right is hanging around the pool tables.”
Wrecker and King returned, handing out bags of cotton candy like heroes.
“Maybe you’ll date one of the guys from the TV show,” I offered.
Adley groaned.“Don’t even say that.If I’d known you guys were filming, I wouldn’t have come home.”
“You haven’t filmed yet?”Meg asked.
Wrecker shook his head.“Iron Fiends are doing the first season.It airs next month.”
I groaned.“And they want us at the premiere.But no one will know who we are.Seems pointless to me.”
Meg waved that off.“They’ll know after.You and Wrecker can’t go anywhere without people staring.”
Wrecker wrapped his arm around my shoulder.“They’re gonna focus on the kids.We’ll be on the farm, minding our business.”
I raised a brow.“You’re the president.There’s no way they don’t follow you around.”
He didn’t respond.
Adley climbed out of the pool, wrapped herself in a towel, and yawned.
“I’m heading to bed.Night, y’all.”
We all said goodnight as she padded off.
The rest of us started cleaning up, gathering plates, wiping down tables, tossing empty chip bags.Wrecker took my hand as we walked toward our room.
Another perfect day in Falls City.
And I had a feeling tomorrow would be even better.
Saturday
Meg
I woke up to the quiet of the motel, with the sunlight barely streaming through the slats in the blinds.My stomach grumbled in protest of its emptiness, and I rolled over, smacking Lo on the chest.“Get up,” I whispered.“Paul Bunyan’s awaits.”
He groaned, rubbing his face.“Babe, five more minutes.”
