The Tourist Attraction (Moose Springs, Alaska #1)(64)

“Is that interpretive dance?”

“It’s…something.” Her performance was the most glorious of train wrecks, and he couldn’t force his eyes anywhere else.

To his credit, Jake did his absolute best to support Zoey in her current decision, adding in the kind of arr-arr-ooo’s the original artists never thought to incorporate in their music. And when the pair of misfits were done, there was a full standing ovation, with screams and cheers and pounding of hands on tables.

“East, buddy? I think I might love her.”

Easton just took another pull from his beer.

There was nothing else he could do. Raising his fingers to his mouth, Graham let out the most piercing whistle he could. “Zo-ey. You show ’em, darlin’.”

The adorable, disturbed woman beamed at him, Jake a wriggling mass of happiness in her arms as they left the stage. Easton stared at Graham, incredulous.

“What? I’d like to get laid again at some point in my life,” Graham muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

The only good thing about karaoke night was the food requests slowed as the singing ramped up, and the bulk of his work was just keeping track of and serving drinks. It took a lot less time to pop open a beer bottle than it did to grill a burger, leaving Graham time to breathe every so often.

And to think of something to say to the woman headed his direction.

Happiness lit her features as she leaned against the counter at Easton’s elbow. “What did you think?”

“You’re a woman of many talents, Zoey.” That was safe enough, right? But Zoey was no fool, and she narrowed her eyes until Graham cleared his throat awkwardly.

Easton snorted but saved him. His man was predictable, and having consumed two beers and a burger, Easton rose to his feet, grabbed a chair, and dragged it to the makeshift stage.

Zoey slipped into Easton’s vacated stool, eyes widened. “Is he going to sing?”

“Looks like it.”

Forearms resting on the counter, Graham mentally acknowledged his arm was too close to hers. Zoey twisted in her seat, and their shoulders bumped together. A surreptitious glance in his direction, as if she were checking to see if he minded.

Oh, he definitely didn’t mind. What Graham minded was the inch still between them.

Since everyone was paying attention to Easton instead of them, Graham slipped his hand between her rib cage and elbow, brushing his thumb across the inside of her elbow in silent question. She leaned into his shoulder, turning her arm into his touch. Permission granted, Graham ran his thumb gently down her arm to her wrist, then entwined their fingers.

“That was smooth,” she murmured.

“I have my good days every once in a while.”

Easton’s voice had brought utter silence to the room, his deep, rumbling croon of “Blue on Black” almost as good as the original. Maybe better, in his own way.

Zoey leaned into Graham’s shoulder throughout the song, her hair brushing his bicep. “Oh, he’s really talented.”

“I knew it. You’re in love with Easton,” he grumbled as Easton finished the final chorus. “He gets all the women.”

A snicker escaped her mouth, not loud but loud enough to draw the attention of half the room. Stiffening at their curious eyes, Zoey started to pull away. Tightening his hand on hers to keep her right where she was, Graham frowned at the people staring. He didn’t give a crap what the sea of strangers thought, but he did care what his people thought. And if they were going to stare, he’d stare right back.

Lana always was good at breaking the tension. She lifted her Growly Bear up into the sky, saying cheerfully, “Graham, you dog, you.”

“Thanks, L,” he drawled.

“I think the cat’s out of the bag.” Biting her lower lip, Zoey glanced at him. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”

“No, but it’s going to be a problem for anyone still staring at us in the next five seconds.”

The growl rolling from his throat wasn’t supposed to be that harsh, but he didn’t like the way she was shifting uncomfortably from all the attention.

“Easy, killer.” Ash rose and met them at the bar. “It’s just weird seeing you with someone.”

“Oh, we’re not…” Drifting off, Zoey glanced down at their joined hands. “I’m on vacation.”

“Then you better work fast.” Ash smirked at him. “Glacially slow is not going to win this race, and that one is hot on your heels.”

Tilting her head in confusion, Zoey followed the direction of Ash’s chin nod. “Who, Killian? Oh, no. He’s…no.”

Graham chuckled, squeezing her fingers before letting them go. “Good, because he drives me nuts.”

“I mean, he is really hot. And if you get past the chiseled muscles and dangerously good looks—”

Keeping the growl out of his throat wasn’t even in the realm of possibility, even though Graham knew she was just teasing him. Since the little minx was grinning openly at him, Graham didn’t feel bad at all leaning over the counter and stealing her hand again, tugging her close enough he could wrap an arm around her waist and haul her up on the counter. Zoey squeaked in surprise, then snickered as he rested his forehead against hers.

“What are you doing later?” he murmured.