Page 46 of My Romeo

“Whatever you guys want, doll.” It wasn’t like we had a real plan for what we were going to do once we got to Golden.

“We’ll take it,” Sloane chirped. “We’ll totally take you up on the offer to stay in a three-bedroom cottage just feet away from your white chapel where Aero and I will get married.”

Hannah, Ice, Mercury, and Samson took off after Hannah rattled off her phone number and the address to the chapel and cottage and asked us to give her an hour before we dropped in.

We watched the black truck drive away, and I noticed Garett off to my side.

He lowered the camera and shook his head. “That right there is what I am talking about. I don’t know how it happens, but shit happens so quickly around you guys. You went from having no clue where to get married to finding a chapel down by the river with a three-bedroom cottage the perfect size for all of us. I won’t even get into the fact that they are being married by the prez of a local MC.” Garett shook his head and raised the camera. “Fucking wild, man.”

I was starting to see what Garett was talking about. That was an eventful first hour in Golden. Who knew what the next seven days would have in store for us?

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Chapter Eighteen

Dove

“I’m getting married.”

I curled the last section of my hair and set the curling iron on the edge of the sink. “Yes.”

“Today.”

I looked at Sloane in the mirror and nodded. “Yes.”

“To Aero,” Sloane clarified.

“Again, yes.” I was pretty sure Sloane was just trying to sike herself up, but I figured it didn’t hurt for me to chime in.

Hannah had tucked us away in a room in the back of the chapel while Aero and Throttle had stayed in the cottage to get ready.

Garett and the crew had been going back and forth between the two places getting footage for the show, but Adalee had stayed with us as she used her small camera to get still shots of the chapel, Sloane, and me.

“This is crazy.” Sloane waved her hand in her face and plopped down on the closed toilet. “I’m crazy.”

Oh, boy. At first, I thought Sloane was just excited, but now she might be on the brink of a freakout.

Adalee appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her camera. “This place is magical. You guys need to see these shots I just got. When this episode airs, Golden is going to be overrun with people wanting to have their own biker wedding on the river.”

Sloane looked around frantically and bared her teeth as she struggled to breathe. “Oh my god,” she wheezed.

I crouched down in front of Sloane and grabbed her hands. “You gotta breathe, babe, okay? This is the best day of your life, yeah? Hee, hee, whoo, just breathe with me. Hee, hee, whoo.”

“Hee, hee, whoo,” Sloane mimicked. “Hee, hee, whoo.”

“Oh, god,” Adalee called. “Is she going to be okay? Isn’t that how you’re supposed to breathe through contractions?”

I nodded and patted Sloane’s hands. “She is perfect. And who says you can only breathe like this if you’re having a baby? Breathing in general right now is good.”

“I’m getting married,” Sloane wheezed. She looked at Adalee. “I’m getting married to my biker in a chapel on the river with my best friend, the guy she’s sleeping with, and a camera crew for a reality TV show.” She sucked in a frantic breath. “Oh my god.”

Okay, something needed to distract Sloane. “Have you talked to Winter?” I asked.

Sloane shook her head. “No.”

“Do you want to?” I pulled out my phone. “We could call her right now. She would absolutely flip when you tell her what we’re going.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Adalee agreed. “Let’s give her a call.”

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