“Because it’s the middle of the dinnertime rush. You’re here, not at the Tourist Trap, meaning you closed. And you wouldn’t have closed during nonpeak hours when the locals get to finally show up and eat your food in relative peace. Unless you two have big date plans, you’re spying on Rick and me.” Silence, then Lana arched an eyebrow. “Unless your big date plans are to spy on Rick and me?”
“It’s almost as if you know me, darlin’.”
“Not my fault if you’re predictable,” Lana said smoothly.
Chuckling, he leaned back in his chair and turned in a circle. “Okay, fine. Maybe I was. But someone else put me up to it.”
Zoey’s eyes widened, then her cheeks went bright red. “I can’t believe you outed me,” she hissed.
“I can’t believe you were going to let me take the blame.” He stole her fingers and pressed a quick kiss to the inside of her wrist. Zoey smiled up at Graham as if unable to help herself, then she adjusted her glasses higher on her nose. For some reason, that simple action always made Graham look like he was about to drop to one knee and spout love sonnets to her.
“All right, ladies. I’ll get out of your way.” He dipped his head to press a kiss to Zoey’s cheek, then headed for the salon exit. Pausing, Graham looked over his shoulder. “Hey, L? You look gorgeous. Every man deserves a heart attack in heels at least once in his life.” Whistling a little Christmas tune, Graham slipped out of the salon.
Zoey watched him go, sighing the sigh of the truly smitten. “Is it me or does he keep getting hotter? Even when he’s extra annoying, I want to jump him.”
“I think he’s perfect for you,” Lana replied. She could list his best attributes, but if Graham could be enough of a gentleman not to comment on her dress, Lana supposed she shouldn’t tell Zoey that his rear end was fabulous.
“Lana? Are you sure we can’t…”
Lana waited until Zoey was finished with the last stroke of color on her lips before shaking her head. “No way. I’m so nervous right now, I can’t even imagine having you two sneaking about in the shadows.”
“You did it to me the night I met Graham.”
“Yes, but that was entirely different.” Lana adopted a mock snooty tone. “Montgomerys sneak about. They are not snuck about on. We do have reputations to maintain, you know.” Reputations that preceded her. Worrying wasn’t her style, so Lana took a deep steadying breath. “This will be okay.”
“This will be great. Be yourself. Rick already likes you or he wouldn’t have said yes.” Zoey leaned back and studied her handiwork. “And Graham’s right about one thing.”
“What’s that?”
Shooting her a wink, Zoey all but smirked. “You are definitely going to give him a heart attack.”
* * *
Trying to get somewhere on time in a town full of moose was easier said than done. Sometimes the suckers just wouldn’t move.
Rick honked his horn again, hoping this time the noise would do more than earn him a long, annoyed look. “Come on, Dude. I have places to be.”
The moose remained in the center of the road, staring at him through the windshield.
Since the relocation of Ulysses the previous summer, an opening had been left for the next most annoying town megafauna. Dude was firmly in the running. The juvenile bull moose had never figured out the concept of roads…what they were, why they were, how it was a good idea to stay off them. For some reason, Dude preferred the Moose Springs public roads for his transportation needs. And when one played a game of automobile/moose chicken with Dude, the moose always won.
Rick edged the car toward the far side of the road, trying to skirt around the massive animal.
“Take it easy,” he said. “No big deal. Just a—”
Midsentence, Dude’s switch flipped, and he attacked the passenger’s side of the car without warning. With a curse, Rick hit the gas, one arm coming up instinctively to protect himself as hooves struck faster than he could get away.
The thump was better than shattering glass would have been. As he looked in the rearview window, the moose was already trotting off. Rick drove the necessary distance to put himself safely out of reach of a return moosing, then he pulled off the side of the road. Climbing out of his car, he checked out the damage. Sure enough, a nice, large dent now caved in his quarter panel.
“Really? Dude, you suck.”
The moose always had lived up to his namesake.
He took out his phone, snapped a quick picture, and added it to the town’s message board. Keeping track of the local naughty moose sightings was one of their pastimes, and it helped the next person know which areas to avoid.
Only as he started back up the road did it occur to Rick that he’d announced to everyone that he was going to the resort in the evening. For once, Rick didn’t care about being the center of the town’s gossip. He was proud that he had a date with Lana Mont—just Lana tonight. If anyone had a problem with it, they could mind their own business, because he was freaking ecstatic.
It would have been nice not to show up in a dinged car, but Rick was grateful a colossal piano hadn’t fallen out of the sky to land on his head. As he pulled up to the front of the resort, Rick saw a figure waiting for him on the bench beside the tall wooden entry doors.
“Hey there, Rickie boy.” A friendly shoulder pat was not nearly good enough to compensate for Graham’s unexpected and unwelcome presence.
Rick frowned. “Please tell me you didn’t scare off my date.”
“Naw, L has nerves of steel. I showed her every baby picture of you that I could find, and she still insisted on going through with tonight. I think the lady has designs on you.” When Rick looked at him, Graham sighed. “Why is everyone so serious tonight?”
Rick reached up to adjust the tie he wasn’t wearing, then groaned. “Don’t know, and I don’t care. If you don’t mind, I have to be in there.”
“It’s weird, right? Picking someone up from a hotel? It’s like the biggest front porch in Alaska.”
“Graham…”
“Do you think Hannah will flick the lights on and off on you two if she catches you kissing later?”
“This is me leaving,” Rick said, taking a step.
The valets were ready to open the doors, which always made Rick uncomfortable. They swung open with a creak.
“Reminds me of Jurassic Park,” Graham said. “You don’t know what bloodthirsty creatures are in there, waiting to be unleashed on us.”
“I’m assuming you’re not including my date in that description.” Rick was about to tell Graham that he wouldn’t mind a velociraptor taking his friend down, then he stopped dead in his tracks.