“This is not what I expected.” Despite the firm grip Ethan had on her hand, Miranda dragged her feet a little as he pulled her across the scuffed wooden floor of Speakeasy Pizza toward the little stage.
“You said you wanted to hear me sing.”
“Yeah, you. Not me.”
His eyes glinted with amusement. “Maybe I wanna see what you’re made of. Karaoke says a lot about a person.”
As they joined the short line beside the binder containing all possible song options, nerves kicked in her belly. “That a dealbreaker for you?”
He sobered, bending close to her ear to speak. “Not if you legitimately don’t want to do it. You don’t strike me as the nervous type.”
“I’m not usually totally sober when I do this. And the last time anybody managed to drag me up here was for my friend Piper’s bachelorette part
