The Tourist Attraction (Moose Springs, Alaska #1)(82)

“Does Jax know?” As Graham’s friend, she could only imagine how deep that betrayal would cut.

“No, they specifically wanted Jackson to stay out of it. But his parents came to me with a proposal.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Lana, this is huge.”

“It is huge, and it’s also been a huge pain. Do you know how hard the town will fight me on this? It’s not that I didn’t trust you, but I couldn’t risk word getting out before I had everything in place.”

Sashaying over to the table, Lana pointed to a large section of the mountainside abutting the resort. “We build privately owned luxury condominiums here. Each will have all the same amenities available to the owner or seasonal renter as the resort currently offers. That’s what the gala was for, showing everyone an amazing time and then selling them on the idea of purchasing a permanent home connected to the resort. Most of them would only come once or twice a year, but it would make a huge difference.”

Nudging a folder toward Zoey, Lana sat down at the table, her elbow near Rick’s bar. “A construction project this size will bring a lot of jobs to Moose Springs. Annual association fees from the condominiums will provide steady currency to the resort. More employees to take care of guests, more restaurants, healthcare services, better infrastructure…all of which would be needed to accommodate the influx of people from this project. More tax money for the town.”

Lana ran a fingernail along the top of the miniature Rick’s. “Moose Springs might still be a tourism town, but its wealth will be tied into the permanent establishments of these homes. And that will make the town stronger. Give them a chance when the resort eventually changes hands.”

“Are you sure the town will let you? Isn’t something of this scale hard to get approved? Won’t you need permits or something?”

“That’s where the leverage comes in.” Lana quirked a tired smile at her. “The bulk of the commercial properties in town are owned by two different investment companies, one out of Anchorage and the other out of Vancouver. A few businesses are privately owned, like the Tourist Trap, but most are rentals. To be able to push this through, I have to have a deep enough sway over the community to get it past the town council.”

Feeling her eyes about to pop out of her head, Zoey looked at Lana in shock.

“You didn’t buy the resort. You bought the entire town.”

*

The sunlight shining through the diner window had the sheer gall to land right on Graham’s face.

“No, quit it.” Swatting a hand at the sunbeam, he groaned. “Go away.”

Cheerfully oblivious to his self-induced agony, the sun continued its happy path across the sky, bringing more light on his chosen bed. Too drunk to drive and too miserable to call someone for a ride, he slept on top of two tables shoved together, a wadded-up towel as a pillow and a bottle of Wild Turkey tucked under his arm. His suit from the previous night wasn’t the most comfortable of sleepwear, but Graham figured he deserved a little pain for making bad choices.

And boy, had he made bad choices. The hard drinking hadn’t started until Graham watched Zoey walk out his door.

“Go away, sun.” Graham moaned as more poured over his face. “I’m internal monologuing.”

“Oh man, he’s worse than I thought. It smells like something died in here.”

Shoving himself up to his elbows, Graham and what was left of his Wild Turkey stared blearily at the shadows within the diner. “I have resigned myself to the situation and accept all responsibility for my choices.”

“Okay, someone needs a trip to the sink.”

“I lost my moose,” Graham slurred to the people hauling him off his table bed. “I lost my girl.”

“I’m really hoping those two aren’t the same thing,” Ash said. “East, can you help me with him. He’s…oof. Seriously, Graham. Go on a diet. You are way too heavy to be this drunk.”

“Zoey Bear liked me.”

“Zoey Bear doesn’t have to lug you around.” Ash grabbed his chin. “Focus, big guy.”

Staring blurrily at her as two Ashes merged into a single one, Graham groaned and dropped forward, his head on her shoulder. “I lost my moose.”

“Yes. And Easton tracked him.”

“You did?”

Easton grunted an affirmative.

“Is he okay?”

“Better than you.”

“Did you see my bed? It was very self-sufficient of me.”

“Sure, it was.” A hand patting his shoulder became fingers locked in his shirt. “In you go.”

Which was how Graham ended up facedown in his diner’s dish-washing sink, flailing as Ash held him down and Easton sprayed ice-cold, high-pressured water into his face. Sputtering and cursing, Graham fought his way free, backing away from the sink. He called them both a few names, shaking the droplets out of his face.

Ash raised an eyebrow. “Feel better?”

“A little.” Inhaling a deep breath, Graham nodded. “Okay, let’s do it again.”

This time, Easton held him down and Ash sprayed him, because Easton was much harder to escape from. By the second time Graham emerged from the sink, drenched and frozen, he was wide awake.

“That’s a way to sober up.” He shuddered.