call him Prince Piggy?”
“You can say that word if you’re saying the pig’s name,” Ranger told her.
“Okay, Papa, I promise to only call the pig a brat.”
Ranger slapped his hand over his face. “Fuck,” he grumbled. “Keegan just got her to stop asking for a pet pig a month or two ago. I’m sending her to you when she’s looking for someone to yell at.”
“Trust me,” Frankie said and lowered her voice. “She won’t want a pet pig after spending a little time with this one. Go ahead and let her have a sleepover with the prince. Just make sure whatever she uses to make the bed is something you don’t care about getting back.”
Ranger opened his mouth like he was going to tell Frankie and her pig to take a hike, but he paused and cocked his head to the side. “I think I see where you’re going with this. I’ll allow it. But I draw the line at shitting in the house.”
“He’s litter box trained. Does that count?”
“That pig is litter box trained? You serious?” he asked and started to laugh.
“He is. And if you want to hang around his crate after he eats, you’ll get a free demonstration.”
Ranger wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I’ll take your word for it.”
With that, Gabby led Frankie and Brat to their guest room, while Ranger showed Sloane and I to ours. “You gonna introduce me to your woman, or were you trying to be an asshole on purpose?”
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Ranger, this is Sloane O’Shea. Sloane, this is Ranger. He was the youngest of the original club members when my grandfather started the club.”
“And still the best looking one in the whole bunch,” he said with a wide, charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sloane. Let me show you where you’ll be staying for the next two nights,” he said and started down the hallway.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” he said as he opened the door to our room. “The bathroom’s through that door over there,” he pointed out and turned to leave. “Oh, I ordered a couple of pizzas for you. They should be here in about fifteen minutes. Holler if you need something. I’m going to go make sure Gabby isn’t trying to put a tutu on your friend’s litter-box-using pig.”
“You gonna be able to keep her from telling everyone that we’re here?” I asked, only half kidding.
“According to Tatum, I only have to keep her quiet until Sunday morning, which won’t be a problem because we’re leaving to go fishing first thing in the morning. We’ll be back long before you’re finished with the event, but she always falls asleep early after a day on the water. Come Sunday morning, she’s going to want to call her sister and tell her all about the fish she caught, and all about the new pig she made friends with. This is your only warning.” With that, he closed the door and went to check on Gabby.
“If she puts a tutu on Brat, I want a picture first,” Sloane joked and headed for the bathroom. “I’m going to change and wash my face before dinner gets here.”
I called to check on Blue while she was changing, not at all surprised when Layla said she had gone down for the night. She usually did after a long ride in the car. And I couldn’t blame her. After all the driving I’d done, I was exhausted.
Sloane emerged from the bathroom around the time Gabby ran down the hall announcing that the pizzas had arrived. Everyone else must’ve been as tired as I was because we practically ate in silence before we said goodnight and went our separate ways.
Once in our room, Sloane flopped onto the bed and yawned. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. Would it be rude if I went to sleep now?”
“Fuck no,” I said and shed my clothes. “Because I’m about to do the same.” With my arm wrapped around her waist, I pulled her against me and did just that.
25
When we arrived at the event venue, I was taken aback by the size of the convention center as well as the amount of people waiting in line to enter. “How many people do you think are going to be here today?” I asked.
She shrugged. “A couple hundred, I’d guess.”
“You don’t go anywhere without me. Not even to the bathroom,” I reiterated the main point of our safety plan.
“Yes, caveman biker. Your grunted order has been received.”
“Sloane,” I warned.
“Yeah,