The Tourist Attraction (Moose Springs, Alaska #1)(14)

Smiling with sympathy, Lana scooted closer and smoothed her hand over Zoey’s head. “Graham’s drinks can drop a tank. If you hadn’t gotten tipsy, I’d be shocked. Drink your Bloody Mary.”

“Lana? Why did Graham bring me home?”

“Because he lit up like a Christmas tree when he set eyes on you. And since you’re on vacation and haven’t been on a date since—what was his name?”

“We don’t say his name.”

“Since no-name, I thought it might be fun to see what he’d do about it.”

“And that didn’t seem like…I don’t know…a potentially dangerous situation to you?”

“With Graham Barnett? That boy is as sweet as they come. Besides, I was watching you through the diner windows the entire time.” She waggled her eyebrows again. “And then I followed him to the hotel. It was tons of fun, all sneaking about like a Hamburglar, watching him sweep you up in those masculine, rugged arms. Would you like to see the pictures?”

“I don’t want to hear any more.” Zoey covered her face with the pillow. “There’s too much wrong with all of this.”

“I’ve been with you all night. I came in right after he and the manager brought you to the room, so there’s no need to be concerned.”

“Things happen in cars.”

“Yes, but I would have arranged to have him murdered if he tried. See? All’s good.”

Zoey quit arguing. It was her own darn fault she’d gotten drunk, and things could have been worse. Lana could have flitted off into the night in another stranger’s car, leaving her completely alone. Hamburgling it was Lana’s way of taking care of her. Just like more alcohol in the morning, her friend’s intentions were good, even if her methods were…questionable.

Pulling the pillow down a couple of inches to peer at Lana, she asked with morbid curiosity. “Lana? Do you know people?”

A smug expression was not the answer Zoey was hoping for.

“Okeydokey. I might take that drink now.”

It was sweet how Lana seemed to find such pleasure in Zoey’s attempts to consume her Montgomery Bloody Mary, watching her with hopeful eyes. Zoey almost felt bad about crawling to the bathroom and gagging Lana’s handiwork back up again. As she draped herself on the couch this time, Zoey rubbed her forehead.

“I actually feel a little better now.” Narrowing her eyes at Lana, Zoey frowned. “You made me drink that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Of course. Well, now I know you’re alive, I need to get down to the spa for a quick spiff before finding Killian. There’s no time to go afterward. I have an important meeting this afternoon, then finalizing details for my event with the catering director, and after that, I’m meeting someone for drinks. And you know Killian will drag out brunch forever.”

“Mm-hmm.”

A hum of acknowledgment was her standard response when Lana started talking about places and people Zoey didn’t know. Trying to convince her friend she didn’t run in the same circles Lana did was far too time-consuming on a good day.

But something Lana said finally registered. “Wait.” Zoey narrowed her eyes. “What event? Lana, please don’t tell me you planned this vacation around a party.”

“It’s a bit more important than a simple party, love,” Lana told her. “The proper term is a gala, and I didn’t bring it up before you flew in because I know how avoidant you get of my friends.”

“Are they your friends though?”

“Acquaintances. And I won’t force you to go, but I would be very grateful if you did. I even arranged to have a few dresses available for you if you decide to humor me.”

In all the years of their friendship, Zoey had never been comfortable with Lana’s family or her acquaintances. But Lana looked so hopeful, and Zoey didn’t have the heart to tell her no.

“Can I reserve the right to not go? And give you a maybe?”

“Done.” Beaming, Lana hugged her. “Okay, off to get ready for the day.”

“The spiffing. I’ll do it,” Zoey valiantly volunteered. “Get your things, because I’m staying on the couch for another hour.”

“Are you sure? You really did get a bit more sloshed than I expected last night. There’s a perfectly acceptable beautician in the spa who’ll do.”

“And you’ll come back annoyed and frustrated because they never get your eye makeup right. Then I’ll end up fixing it anyway. I’ll trade you coffee for a spiffing.”

She half expected Lana to order the coffee, but her friend went to the room’s coffee maker instead. Lana was many things—too many things—but unobservant wasn’t one of them. Even though Zoey had maybe consumed half a dozen cups of coffee in front of her friend, Lana fixed it for her perfectly. One and a half creams, half a sugar.

“There you go.” Lana smiled at her warmly, giving Zoey the coffee and her makeup case. “Thank you, dearest. Now, make me beautiful.”

Even in her post-inebriated state, Zoey couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “You’re always beautiful.”

Growing up within driving distance of the suburbs of Chicago had its perks. Unable to remember a time when she and her family hadn’t been strapped for cash, a teenage Zoey had taken an extra job at a local department store in the makeup department. Somehow spritzing expensive cologne in unsuspecting patrons’ faces turned into perching on a stool next to the makeup counter.