Magna clapped her hands as another local resident stepped away from the microphone. She ignored Kane and Gabe’s pain-filled expressions. Granted, the woman hadn’t been as talented as the man who’d performed before her, but at least she had tried.
“I don’t know why they can’t move Karaoke night to another night,” Gabe said, lifting his beer bottle to his lips.
“I told you that we should have gone back to the truck for the earplugs,” Kane muttered.
“You are both being very mean. The woman’s singing was not that bad,” Magna chided, draining the last of the water in her glass before she rose to her feet in determination.
Both men rose at the same time. They had been particularly protective tonight. Kane had been right about the explosion of people in the area. The Underground Pub was packe
