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Sloane nodded and rattled off her number. “She’s going to think I’m insane.”
I entered the number and connected the call. “Uh, no, girl. Your romance author friend is going to think this is the most amazing thing. Ever.”
“Hello?” Winter called.
“Winter,” Sloane wheezed.
“Sloane?” she asked, concerned. “Are you okay?”
Sloane waved her hand at me. “Hee, hee, whoo,” she breathed out.
“Uh, hey, Winter,” I called. “It’s Dove, Sloane’s best friend.”
“Oh, uh, hey. Is everything okay? Is that Sloane breathing weird?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Uh, yes, that is Sloane.”
“She’s not having a baby,” Adalee called. “She’s just having a panic attack.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” Winter laughed nervously.
“I’m getting married,” Sloane blurted. “I’m getting married in a beautiful little white chapel that Hannah owns on the river. I’m getting married to Aero while Dove, Throttle, and the camera crew watch. My pastor, but not a pastor, is the prez of the local MC. I’m getting married,” she repeated. “Holy cow.”
“What?” Winter shrieked. “You’re getting married today?”
Sloane nodded. “Hee, hee, whoo.”
“Uh, she’s nodding her head, Winter,” I explained. “This sort of happened quickly, and I think it’s hitting Sloane that it’s happening. I thought maybe you might have some of those encouraging romantic words Sloane says you are so good at.”
“Oh, uh, well,” Winter hemmed. “Like right now, you need words?” She mumbled under her breath, and the phone rustled. “Words are hard.”
Oh boy.
Sloane let out a giggle.
“Speaken words are hard. Spoken,” she corrected herself. “Spoken words are hard. My god,” Winter wheezed. “Maybe I could send her an email she could read.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. We didn’t have time for an email. “I’m sure she would love an email from you later, but right now, I need some spoken words.” A giggle escaped my lips, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“I love love,” Winter called. “I love the love Sloane and Aero have. It’s one of the few times I’ve ever seen a man look at a woman the way I write it. He has a twinkle in his eye and a glow that radiates off of him whenever she is near. I don’t know how you managed to get in a chapel down by the river, much better than a van by the river, am I right?” she rambled. “Focus, Winter,” she told herself out loud. “But I know that’s where you are meant to be, Sloane. I know Aero is your biker, and you can’t let that go because he’s not going to let you go.”
“My biker,” Sloane sighed. “I got my biker.”
“Yes, girl,” Winter called. “You got your biker, and now you are going to make it official official by marrying him in a little white chapel surrounded by all of your friends and family.”
Winter must have missed the part where she rattled off it was just me, Throttle, and a camera crew. Details.
“I’m getting married,” Sloane said again, but this time it wasn’t as panicked. “I’m getting married to my biker.”
“Hallelujah,” Winter laughed. “Say it again, girl.”
“I’m getting married to my biker!” Sloane stood and pumped her fist in the air. “I’m marrying my book boyfriend, and I am going to have the best sex of my life for the rest of my life.”
Well, Sloane didn’t have to throw that out there, but whatever was going to help get her down the aisle.
“Yeah, to amazing sex for the rest of your life,” Adalee cheered.
“Let’s do this!” Sloane grabbed the phone from me. “Thank you, Winter. I love you, and I promise I’ll call you when we get back home.”
