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I awkwardly hugged her back and patted her on the shoulder. “Sounds good. Have a good day Ethel. Uh, it was nice meeting you, Lo,” I mumbled as my gaze wandered over Lo again.
“You too Meg. See you around,” Lo replied.
I gave them both a jaunty wave and booked it to the checkout. Thankfully there wasn’t a line, and I quickly made my escape to my car. I threw my things in the trunk and hopped in. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, plugged it into the radio, and turned on my chill playlist, the soothing sounds of Fleetwood Mac filled the car.
Music was the one thing in my life that had gotten me through so much shit. Good or bad, there was always a song that I could play, and it would make everything better. Right now I just needed to unscramble my brain and get my bearings. Fleetwood Mac singing “Landslide” was helping.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. All I needed was to forget about today. If Ethel called for lunch, I would say yes because she did remind me so much of mom, but I wasn’t going to let Lo enter my thoughts anymore. A woman like me definitely did not register on his radar, he was better just forgotten.
When I was halfway home, I realized I forgot dog food and shampoo.
Shit.
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Lo
I helped mom finish her shopping and loaded all her crap into the truck. I looked around the parking lot for Meg, hoping she hadn’t left yet so I could get another look at her. As soon as I saw her ass waving in the air as she struggled to stand up, I knew I had to be inside her.
It took all my willpower to not get a hard-on as her eyes ran over my body. Fucking chick was smoking’ hot and didn’t even know it.
“Thanks for coming to get me, Lo,” Ma said as she interrupted my thoughts about Meg.
“No problem, Ma. I’ll get one of the guys to bring your car to you later. Make sure it’s locked.” Ma dug her keys out of her huge ass purse and beeped the locks. We both got into the shop truck, and I started it up.
“Sure was nice of that Meg to help out. I don’t know what I would have done without her.”
“Yup, definitely nice of her.” I shifted the truck into drive, keeping my foot on the brake, knowing exactly where mom was headed with this.
“You should ask her out.” All I could do was shake my head and laugh.
“Straight to the point huh, Ma?”
“I’m old, I can say what I want. Meg is just the thing you need.”
“I didn’t know I needed anything.” I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Ma’s house.
“You need someone in your life besides that club.” My mom grabbed her phone out of her purse and started fiddling with it.
“We’ll see, ma. Meg didn’t seem too thrilled with me.” She definitely liked what she saw, but it was like she couldn’t get away from me quick enough when she saw that Ma was going to be ok.
“Well, you are pretty intimidating, Lo. Thank goodness you didn’t wear your cut.”
My leather vest with my club rockers and patches was a part of me. “What the hell is wrong with my cut? If some bitch can’t handle me in my cut, she sure as shit doesn't belong with me,” I growled.
“Not what I meant Lo. That girl has been hurt, you can see it in her eyes. You’ll have to be gentle with her.”
My phone dinged. I dug it out of my pocket and saw my mom had texted me. “You texted me her number, ma?”
“Use it, Logan, fix her,” she insisted.
I sighed and pulled into mom’s driveway. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be fixed, ma. Maybe she has a boyfriend.”
“She doesn’t. Call her, or I’ll do it for you,” she ordered.
I knew my mom’s threat wasn’t idle. She totally would call Meg and ask her out for me. Fuck. “I’ll help you get your shit inside ma.”
“I’ll make you lunch, and then you can call Meg,” Ma said, as she jumped out of the truck and grabbed some bags.
I watched her walk into her house and looked at the message she had sent me. I saved Meg’s number to my phone and grabbed the rest of Ma’s shit and headed into the house.
Looked like I was calling Meg.
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Chapter One
Sloane
“You owe me.”
I dropped a tote of books on the bed and sighed. “Don’t act like you didn’t have a hell of a time, Dove.” I blew my hair out of my face and sat on the edge of the bed. “And we’re not even done yet. We still have to see Jamie Begley, Winter Travers, Kristine Allen, KL Donn, and Laramie Briscoe.”
“The fact you can name these authors like they are your best friends is crazy to me.” Dove combed her fingers through her long, black hair. “Half of the time, I can’t even remember what day it is, let alone the author of a book I read.”
“It’s Saturday, and you need to grab a drink, and then we are heading back down to the signing. We still have two hours.” I had splurged on the VIP tickets with early entrance times, and we would take advantage of every minute.
Every. Minute.
I needed to tell Jamie Begley how much I loved the Last Riders, Winter Travers that I aspire to be Alice and find my own Wrecker, Kristine Allen how I adored the Iced series, KL Donn how I loved Cage and Magnolia, and Laramie Briscoe needed to know I loved every word she has ever written.
“Why don’t you go down there, and you can call me when you need a wheelbarrow to bring your books up to the room.” Dove motioned to the five stacks of books on the dresser under the TV. “Hell, I really do think I am going to need a wheelbarrow to get all of these to the car. How much money did you spend, girl?” Dove laughed.
“That is a number only god and I know.” And that was how it was going to stay. I worked hard, and I spent my money the way I wanted to after all of my bills were paid.
“A thousand?” Dove guessed.
I shrugged and grabbed my cup off the bedside table.
“Am I hot or cold?” she asked.
I pursed my lips. “Cold.”
Dove’s mouth dropped open. “Higher?”
I stuck out my thumb and motioned up.
“Sloane,” Dove groaned. “You are insane.”
I was not. I had been planning to attend Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem for over a year, and I had calculated and saved for these six hours.
“But these are all of the books you got, right?”
My eyes darted to the floor, and I took a sip of my water.
“No,” Dove gasped. “More?”
A lot more. “I need to finish up the Last Riders series, and Winter was having a deal on all of her books.”
“All of her books? How many is all?” Dove demanded.
I squinted and pretended to think about it. “Uh, I think it’s like sixty or something.” It was actually seventy-two. And I had also got most of Kristine’s, KL’s, and Laramie’s to pick up as well.
We had about one hundred and fifty more books to get before the day was over.
Yeah, I would keep that number to myself. Dove could be surprised once we got them all.
“You really are crazy.” Dove bent over and opened the mini-fridge. “I’m going to need an energy drink to help get me through the next two hours.” She grabbed a bright pink can and popped the top. “Please tell me we can just lay by the pool all night once the signing is over?”
“If that is what you want to do, then I am good with that.” I wasn’t sure I would actually wear my swimsuit, but if Dove wanted to chill by the pool, that was the least I could do for her. “Hopefully, we can get food by the pool.”
Dove wagged her finger at me. “If we can’t, then we’ll eat and then go to the pool. I swear Texarkana doesn’t get as hot as Lake Conroe does. I am sweating my titties off.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re crazy, Dove. It’s the same temp here as it is back home.” Yes, we were over four hours away from home, but we were in the south in either place.
Hot here and hot at home. I screwed the lid back on my bottle and set it on the dresser. “Now, let’s go. Time’s a-wastin’.”
“Are you sure we have to go back down?” Dove whined.
“Yes.” And we needed to get back down there if we were going to fight the lines and see whom I wanted to. “We can stop by Darlene Tallman’s table and get you another shot, deal?”
“And I want to find the moonshine,” Dove insisted.
I rolled my eyes and patted my back pocket to make sure I had money and my ID. “I don’t care what you do as long as you’re not too drunk to help me get everything back to the room.” Dove would more than likely drive me insane if she stood in line with me.
Dove tsked and flitted her hand at me. “I can handle my booze, woman. I just want you to know that I may not know what right now, but you are going to owe me huge for this weekend.”
I adjusted the messy bun on top of my head in the mirror and quirked my lips. “I look like a hot mess.” My purple hair was a literal rat’s nest on top of my head, my makeup had all but melted off my face, and I had given up trying to pull my shorts out of my non-existent thigh gap. My thighs were eating my shorts, and I wasn’t going to get them back until I got undressed later.
“You got the hot part right, Sloane. You are hardly a mess, though.” Dove moved next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. “Now, let’s get going because I think there were Jell-O shots by the moonshine.”
“This is a book signing, Dove, not a frat party.”
She winked at me in the mirror. “Oh, Sloane, I more than know that. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a room full of sexy romance authors and readers.”
Now that was something I could more than agree with.
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