Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Alice

"Two Tylenol and two bottles of water," Meg laughed. "Works every time."

Yeah, that was going to have to be a hangover remedy I would have to remember. I mean, I wasn't that bad off this morning, but I totally had a small grade school band playing in my head. "Write that down," I told Wrecker.

"You're the one with the crazy bird pen," he grunted.

Nikki's eyes lit up, and she riffled through her purse. "Yes!" she cried as she held up the pen. "I have been dying to have a reason to pull this birdie out." She grabbed the small notebook and scribbled eagerly.

Lennox sat down with her fourth plate, which was full of food.

"I'm assuming no morning sickness today?" I asked.

Lennox smiled wide and popped a strawberry in her mouth. "I'm living in the moment. I could very well be praying to the porcelain god in a matter of minutes, but for the time being, I am going to eat my weight in eggs benedict, fruit, and each and every one of those pastries."

We had managed to snag a large table, and we were all gathered around, enjoying all the food the Kalahari had to offer. And man, oh man, did they have a lot to offer.

"I need to find out what they put in these eggs to make them so fluffy," Meg muttered. She held up a forkful of eggs and examined them. "I've heard of putting ricotta and even pancake batter in the eggs, but I don't think that's what they do."

"Don't care what they do," Pipe called. "All I know is they are fucking delicious."

"You and Carnie need to get together. She loves to cook and bake," Nikki pointed out.

I shook my head. "Oh my god, if that were to happen, they would have to roll each and every one of us out of the clubhouse. I wouldn't be able to stop eating."

From what I had heard and tasted of her banana bread, Meg was an amazing cook, and Carnie had been keeping us all well-fed for years.

Put those two powerhouses together, and I would weigh fifty million pounds.

"2024 Harley Davidson Homecoming Festival," King said.

We all turned to stare at him.

"Um, what?" Meg asked.

"2024 Harley Davidson Homecoming Festival," he repeated. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and nodded to Wrecker. "We were talking about it yesterday. It's supposed to be like a huge three or four-day party. Concerts, Harley's everywhere, and good food. We should all plan to meet up there." He paused for a second. "Like, both of our clubs."

"I don't know if that would help mask all of our crazy or if it will be even more crazy with us surrounded by a huge ass crowd," I laughed.

Wrecker shrugged. "I think there is only one way to find out."

"Seriously?" Pipe asked. "We're going to be right in the middle of filming when the festival is going on."

Wrecker sipped his coffee. "I guess it will make for some good television, then."

I had been thinking that this might be the only time I got to hang out with Meg and Lennox, but now it seemed like we were going to hang out at a huge ass Harley Davidson festival. Sometimes it just kicked ass being a part of an MC.

I grabbed my orange juice and raised it. "I didn't know it when we got here, but this was one of the best weekends of my life. Old friends," I winked at Nikki, "and new friends made this a weekend to never forget."

"Meg and King's burnt hotel room probably won't be the same, either," Pipe drawled.

"Pipe it down," I grumbled.

Meg tapped her glass to mine. "To new friends and future plans. We are totally going to bring the RV," she laughed.

"Dear god," King grumbled.

We all clinked glasses and toasted to a future we didn't really know about, but we knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.