The Tourist Attraction (Moose Springs, Alaska #1)(31)
Pleasure spread across his face. “Maybe I just call it like I see it.”
They ate in a silence far more comfortable than should have been expected from a pair with their deeply sordid history of mutual histrionics.
“Graham? You wanted me to go out with you to breakfast, but I saw the looks they were giving you. I wasn’t supposed to know about this place, was I?”
“Busted.” Rubbing an awkward hand over the back of his neck, Graham glanced away. “Yeah, part of not getting overrun by the tourists is not letting them know where our favorite places are. I broke the rules. Frankie wasn’t mad, but she was eyeing you to figure out why.”
“So…why did you?”
“Honestly? I really don’t know. I just wanted to see you again, and I thought you might like it here.”
As admissions went, it wasn’t a great one. Yet she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, a defensiveness in her shoulders started to slide away. This time, the silence was awkward, but as he caught her eye, finding himself smiling somewhat stupidly, that same blush was back on her cheeks.
“This is a really great cinnamon roll. You’re forgiven.”
He knew she’d see it his way.
*
Killian Montgomery was exactly what Zoey expected him to be. Handsome, charming, and rich enough to have the grace not to rub it in her face or the face of anyone else around them.
The whatsits, Haleigh and Enzo, were far less secure in their importance in the world. There was money and then there was money. And while Enzo seemed to love throwing around names and places as much as Haleigh loved throwing around her designer clothing, Killian just relaxed back, taking it all in.
Even though Zoey couldn’t eat another bite without going into a diabetic coma, she agreed to join them for a late breakfast, sipping water while Haleigh gave the waitress a hard time over the toastiness of her toast, the saltiness of her caviar, and the freshness of the orange juice watering down her champagne.
Not for the first time, Zoey saw the bored, disillusioned look in a member of the Montgomery family’s eyes, although with far less eye rolling than Lana was currently doing. The Montgomerys might have been jaw-droppingly wealthy, but they were always exceedingly kind to the people around them. Zoey bet Killian and Lana had never given anyone a hard time over toast in their lives, and clearly neither were impressed by Haleigh’s attitude.
With a promise she would spend the evening with them, Zoey called a rideshare to take her from the hotel to the car rental place just outside of town. The driver was young and drove a bit fast, but he was far cheaper than arranging a shuttle with the hotel and easier than catching a ride with the preoccupied Lana.
To his credit, Graham’s suggestion for where to get a rental car was a good one. She’d asked for Leah and got her husband, Collin, instead. After an awkward exchange in which Zoey learned she absolutely sucked at name dropping, a woman with a “Leah” name tag showed up, two young boys at her heels.
The undeniable smell of reindeer dog and fries wafted from the unmarked paper take-out bag in her hands.
“You would not believe the line today,” she told her husband. “It actually went around the corner of the store. If he didn’t let me cut in front of everyone, we’d never get anything over there.” Leah shook her head in disbelief. “Here, eat while it’s still warm. I’ll finish up.”
Sure enough, when they set the contents of the take-out bag on the waiting area coffee table, the hot dogs had cute little paper reindeer antlers.
Zoey’s stomach rumbled despite the fact Vixen and Comet were being slathered with ketchup in the corner, and she wasn’t even hungry.
What was the man doing to her? He and his food had crawled into her brain.
Leah picked up the rental paperwork Zoey had started, read the name on the top, and then she glanced up.
“So you’re Zoey. Graham said you might be coming by. Can I see your driver’s license? Thomas, James, share with each other. Those fries are for both of you.”
Convinced it was easier to get ax murdered up here than previously assumed, Zoey had kept her driver’s license in her pocket since the chainsaw, crotch kick debacle. If someone found her beneath a cedar stump, she wanted at least to be identified. Handing the license over, Zoey glanced at the kids. Their fries smelled so good, Zoey’s stomach rumbled a second time, loud enough for the other woman to hear.
Leah palmed the license and set it on the scanner. “Yeah, me too. I snuck a few fistfuls of fries on the way home. I’d say go get some after you leave here, but it’s brutal over there right now.”
“Is the Tourist Trap always busy?”
“From the moment he opens the doors. He started closing between lunch and dinner just to have a chance to breathe. They wait outside like a pack of wolves.”
As she made a copy of Zoey’s driver’s license, Leah asked, “How do you know Graham?”
“I kicked him in the groin” seemed bad, especially since this was a friend of his. Or at least someone the diner owner knew well enough that his name meant Zoey not paying the exorbitant prices listed on the sign behind Leah. “He recently kept me out of prison” seemed equally awful.
Curious eyes locked onto her, and Zoey realized she’d hesitated too long. “We met at his restaurant.” Yes, that was safe.
“You mean the bane of his existence,” Leah chuckled. “Graham is my husband’s cousin. He’s our sons’ godfather. Thomas and James adore him.” Nodding her head toward the two boys playing in the corner, she added, “I’m praying nothing ever happens to us, because they’ll have to take care of Graham, not the other way around.” Even as she said it, a fond look crossed her face. “Okay, here.”