Page 5 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Raven pumped her fists in the air. “Hell yeah. Thank God I brought three swimsuits. My ass will be in the pool all week.”

I’d also looked up the campground, and I knew we were all going to be okay. There were plenty of amenities, so we wouldn’t be roughing it too much.

“Once we get the camper all set up, I’m heading to the tiki bar,” Raven declared. “How long again?”

I glanced at the GPS. “Uh, we are now two hours and twenty-one minutes away.”

“Uh,” Wendy called from the back, “make that two hours and thirty minutes. I’m going to need the restroom at some point.”

“Oh, yeah!” Nikki agreed. “And I could use some snacks.”

“There are laundry baskets full of food,” I reminded them with a laugh.

Nikki shook her head. “I don’t want to eat the food meant for camping. I’ll grab a candy bar and some chips. And a drink. Maybe an apple or orange to balance out the candy and chips.”

Lord have mercy.

A billboard for a gas station popped up, and I switched lanes to take the next exit. “Alright, pit stop coming up. Hopefully, we’ll make it to the campground by nightfall.”

As I eased the van off the highway and toward the gas station, I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. This week was going to be a much-needed break, and I was ready for whatever adventures awaited us.

It was an ol’ ladies’ weekend, and it was sure to be a hell of a time.

Chapter Three

Back that Ass Up

Meg

“How are you going to back this big-ass bus into that narrow spot?” Reva’s voice was tinged with disbelief as she stared at the space between the two towering trees.

“That spot is huge, Reva,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Reva looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “That spot is maybe three feet wider than the RV. You have a big-ass tree on each side.”

“I know.” I tipped my head to the side, mentally calculating the maneuver. “I’m going to have to hug the left so I have enough room for the slide-out.”

“My lord,” Cyn called as she hopped off the RV, stretching her arms. “This place is nice.”

She wasn’t wrong. The campground was beautiful, with large trees surrounding each spot, creating a secluded feel. When I had reserved the two spots, I’d asked for them to be somewhat connected, so it didn’t feel like Alice and the girls were camping far away from us. Apparently, I wasn’t the first person to make such a request because they had given us a site that shared a fire pit but was still plenty big enough for two RVs.

Greta, Lennox, and Paige followed Cyn off the RV, their eyes assessing the space I needed to back into.

“Uh, maybe we should have had one of the guys come with us just to back the RV in,” Paige suggested, eyeing the narrow spot with uncertainty.

“Nonsense,” Greta scoffed. “Meg may be a lot of things, but she backs up like a pro. She’s got this.”

I raised my chin and puffed out my chest. “Thank you, Greta. At least one of you has a little faith in me.” Though I did wonder what she meant by I was a lot of things.

Lennox raised her hand, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “Uh, are we going to forget about the mailbox you backed into when we left the clubhouse?”

Reva waved her hand dismissively. “That’s the fourth time my mailbox at Hair of the Dog has been hit. At this point, I think I’ll just open a PO Box at the post office. I’m pretty sure Hero is going to flip his shit if he has to put it back up one more time.”

“That’s because he’s putting it too close to the road,” I pointed out. “I doubt it’s regulation at all.”

Reva laughed and shook her head. “Please don’t repeat that to Hero when we get back. He still rants about the last time you told him he wasn’t putting the box up to town regulations.”

I shrugged. “I mean, he’s not.”

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