My stomach bottomed out at the mention of Finn having a heart attack, but at his playfully hesitating look and the mention of promo materials, I can’t help my smile. “ ‘Promo materials,’ you say? This I need to see.”

With a grimace, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, fishing out a folded glossy 8x10 of the family sitting on a boat docked in the water. “Here’s one thing they’ve sent.” He hands it to me. “They’ve also made a logo and T-shirts.”

“Wow,” I say staring down at the picture. The lighting is professional, the colors rich. Each man in the photo is the perfect balance of rugged and polished. “This is the extreme fisherman version of a JCPenney glamour shot.”

He snatches it from my hand. “Okay, and you’re done.”

I manage to snag it back before he can return it to his wallet. “So these are your brothers, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Finn is in the middle, with his father and the youngest brother, Levi, on one side, and the middle brother, Colton, on the other. It’s clear they’ve received some direction: Finn’s dad looks welcoming, laid-back. Levi is beaming, an open book, whereas Colton is making sex eyes at the camera. Finn looks no-nonsense and world-weary. All four men in the picture are completely, ridiculously good-looking.

“Well, thanks for this. I might need to go home and masturbate for the rest of the evening.”

“You know, if a guy said that, it would be super creepy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Poodle. Does the sexual double standard make you grumpy?”

He laughs dryly. “You’re a pain in the ass, Ginger Snap.”

“So, the Adventure Channel wants you basically for a dating show.”

“No. It’s meant to be a gritty peek into our lives as fishermen and—”

“Does it say that on the back of the Glamour Shot?” I flip it over, pretending to look.

“Harlow.”

“Finn.” I turn the picture back over and point to it. “Look at you guys. You’re, what? Thirty-two?”

“Yeah.”

“And Colton is how old?”

“Twenty-nine.”

“And Levi?”

He sighs. He’s bagging what I’m raking, clearly. “Twenty-four.”

“I bet there’s a clause in the contract they showed you that you can’t be in a committed relationship when filming begins.”

His eyes go wide. “How would you know that?”

“Are you kidding? My mom has been offered a spot on a reality show a few times. They always have something in there about relationships. So you don’t think this show is really about filming your bulging biceps on the boat and then getting you shirtless and hooking up with coeds?”