The door slammed shut behind them, and it felt like I had just been on a roller coaster ride that left me with whiplash.
Cyn waved her hand in my face. “There’s that look people get after meeting Meg. It’s like shock and awe all in one.”
Paige laughed. “I remember that look all too well. I sometimes still get it.”
“Paige,” Demon called. “Come get your shit off of this bus so we can get to bed.”
Paige rolled her eyes. “We’ll have to talk more in the morning. Demon seems to be in one of his moods.”
Cyn winked at me. “I gotta go meet my future daughter-in-law. Hero decided to fall in love as soon as I left the state. It’s like he kne
w I would be all up in his business or something.”
“That’s why you should have had more than one,” Paige advised. “I knew if I only had the twins, I would be a helicopter mom.”
“You were a helicopter mom,” Cyn cackled. “I think it was you who glued stickers and shit to their snacks to make them more fun.”
Paige shook her head. “I was only like that ‘til Braxton was two.”
“Yeah, because by that time Zig and Zag were four and drove you insane. You just gave up and let us do whatever we wanted.”
“And you turned out so horrible, Brax,” Paige drawled.
“Paige!” Demon called again.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake. I’m the one who has been on the road since yesterday morning, not your dad. You would think he would be in a better mood,” she grumbled.
Cyn wove her arm through Paige’s and tugged her back toward the bus. “We better help before Demon sees the bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah,” Paige gasped.
They took off for the RV just as Demon shouted Paige’s name again.
I looked up at Frost. “I…I don’t even know what to say.”
Frost smiled down at me. “You’ll get used to the chaos. Things were pretty boring without the whole club being around. You’re in for a real treat now.”
I gulped and wondered if it was too late to run for the hills.
It seemed within the matter of fifteen minutes, I was going to teach Frost’s mom how to pole dance, and while I was at it, teach the whole town.
“I think I need a drink.”
*
Chapter Eleven
Frost
“Today is three days, Frost. Why haven’t we heard anything yet?”
I scrubbed my had down my face and yawned. “Probably because it’s only seven-thirty in the morning, Indiana. Pretty sure mobsters and bad guys sleep in.”
She pinched my side and twisted. “But obviously not bikers.”
“Ouch, woman,” I grunted.
Last night, Indiana and I were headed into the clubhouse to leave the emptying of the RV to Cyn and Paige, but we weren’t quick enough to make our escape.