Tom shakes his head. "Still can't accept he's in an emo band."
"Don't bait him!" Kara glares at Tom. "I want my baby in eyeliner."
Drew shakes his head but he's smiling. He looks to Kara then to Willow. "Whatever the bride wants."
Kara presses her hands together and throws Willow a pleading look. The girls giggle over Drew's obvious discomfort.
The giggles fade as Tom steps up to the mic. The man commands the attention of a room. It's easy to see why he's the closest thing the band has to a ring leader.
Tom winks at Willow. "This is for you, kid."
She laughs with glee. Her eyes get wide. That's true love. It's as clear as day.
Tom steps onto the coffee table. He does his best impression of Miles's throaty, breathy singing as he moves through the song. Come the second verse, he rips off his shirt and claws at his chest tattoo. It's a funny, and accurate, impression. By the time he's done, everyone is in stitches. Even Miles.
Pete turns to me. "You seduced?"
"What if I am?" I ask.
"Have to win you over." He plays with the bottom of my skirt.
"Ahem." Tom shakes his head with mock outrage. He nods to the mic as if to sayyour turn.
Pete smiles as he takes the mic. He programs in the next song, another Sinful Serenade number, and steps up on the table.
His eyes lock with mine. He motions to the mic. "Hold this for me for a sec."
I do.
He pulls his shirt over his head, stretching long and lean, showing off his chiseled torso.
"That's better." Pete takes the mic back. "Can't sing in a shirt. Where would all the pain in my soul go?" He winks at Miles. "Usually, I'd dedicate this to Mr. Webb, but this time, it's for the lovely Ms. James."
I take a seat and watch him perform. He's more animated than he was at Miles's place. He does a great job mocking Miles's breathy style, better than Tom did.
But there's more to the song than mocking.
I can feel the pain in his soul.
I fall back onto the couch.
He finishes the song to great applause. His eyes go to Willow. "Bride to be's request."
"Do another. Please!" She claps her hands together. "Pretty, pretty please."
"Anything for my adoring fans." He winks at Miles. Then at me.
Then he's back on the table, singing another Sinful Serenade song in a lovingly mocking way.
Every ounce of my attention is on him. The passion in his deep brown eyes. The exaggerated movements of his lips and tongue. The way he rakes his hand over his chest. It's an imitation of Miles but it's sexy in its own way.
When he's done, I'm thoroughly seduced.
"Oooo, my choice still?" Willow asks.
Everyone nods.
She claps her hands together in excitement. "Drew! Please!!!"