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“Aero.”
“Sloane.”
She rolled over onto her stomach and kicked her feet in the air. “You didn’t think this was something you should have told me sooner?” She picked a pepperoni off her pizza and popped it into her mouth.
I shrugged and grabbed my beer off the nightstand. “It’s not that important, Sloane, and I just found out about it when I texted you,” I chuckled.
We had cruised the backroads around Texarkana for about an hour and then made our way back to Sloane’s. Ten seconds after stepping foot in the door, we were both naked and getting reacquainted after four long days.
We finally made it to the bedroom where we took it slower and finally fell onto the bed, exhausted and starving.
Once we decided on what to have for dinner, we ordered a pizza and were finally able to keep our hands off of each other long enough to eat.
My back was to the headboard, and Sloane’s facing the foot of the bed. My plate was balancing on my lap, and I laid my hand on her bare ass.
She glanced over her shoulder at me and frowned. “Are you sure this isn’t club business, and you shouldn’t tell me?”
“Babe, it’s going to be on national TV. There is no keeping this as club business.”
She quirked her lips and nodded. “You might be right.”
“Nut,” I muttered.
“But what are you guys going to do when youdohave club business? You can’t really be having Church while there are cameras in your face.”
I finished my beer and set the empty down. “Not do it on camera, babe. We’re not going to be recorded every second for the rest of our lives. The way I look at it, this will last a couple of years, and the club will be on more solid ground.”
“We should watch some reality TV and see how it’s going to be for you guys. Hand me the remote next to you.”
I grabbed the remote and tossed it down to her. “I don’t think there is going to be any reality TV like what we’re going to be doing,” I chuckled. On the ride over, I wondered what the hell we were going to do when the cameras were rolling. A lot of the days at the shop, we didn’t do much other than work.
Sure, we were all smartasses, but we only had so many zingers before we just started to sound like assholes to each other.
“Well, not exactly like you guys, because if there was, you guys wouldn’t have this opportunity,” she mumbled. She surfed through the channels and finally landed onSurvivor.
“Babe,” I laughed. “I can say with all honesty thatTreadis not going to be at all likeSurvivor.”
“You’re not going to vote one of you out of the club every episode?” she laughed. She tossed the remote back to me and flipped around until she was snuggled under my arm. “I have some news.”
“You land a reality show, too?”
She giggled and shook her head. “No. It’s news but not near as exciting as yours. Maybe I should have told you mine first,” she mused.
“Spit it out, babe,” I coaxed.
“One of the authors I like sent me an email,” she blurted. “She writes about motorcycle clubs, well, and other genres, but MC is what she’s mainly writing right now.”
“Cool.”
She looked up at me and frowned. “That doesn’t happen often, Aero.”
“Very cool?” I chuckled. I got that Sloane was big into her books and authors, and I loved that she had something she was so passionate about, but I didn’t really get it. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and she sighed.
“You don’t get it,” she muttered. She slapped my chest and turned back to the TV.
“I don’t, Sloane, but I want you to tell me about it. And what does this author want?” I asked.
