Sighing, Easton lifted his pizza box up in the air, turning it toward the oncoming traffic.

“I’m being a Good Samaritan.”

“Are you? Because it kind of looks like you’re making an idiot out of yourself for some tourists.”

“They’re not tourists.” Deep denial was as good a coping mechanism as any. “They’re filming some sort of movie around the bend. And before you grill me, I don’t know anything about it. I saw a woman walking down the road, and I stopped to see if she needed help. She nearly skinned me alive for interrupting her shot.”

Ash rolled her eyes. “Why would they pick here to film? Don’t they know everyone’s going to slow down and see what’s wrong?”

“That’s what I said, but she’s…well…determined.”

Gorgeous. Fiery. Way more trouble than he needed on any given day.

“How long are you planning on standing here?”

Easton didn’t know, but he’d been out there for long enough; even his arms were starting to get sore. Finally, a familiar SUV drove past and performed a highly illegal U-turn, pulling right next to Easton. River stuck her head out from the passenger seat, her face lighting up as she took in him and his sign.

“No wonder no one stopped,” she said. “You look like you want to kill someone.”

“That’s resting Easton face.” Ash smirked at him. “He’s normally worse.”

He wasn’t speaking to either of them. Nope. Not a word.

“Hey, thanks for the help. Sorry we forgot to tell you we got the shot. Here, dinner is on us.” Leaning out the window, River tucked a twenty-dollar bill in his shirt collar, not giving Easton a chance to refuse before Bree, the driver, pulled away.

Ash lost it, leaning back against her Jeep, laughing so hard, her mascara started to run.

“If you could see your face,” she all but cried.

“I feel dirty,” he murmured, taking the twenty and stuffing it into his pocket.

“You are dirty.” Gasping for breath, she wiped her eyes. “I think I love her, whoever she is.”

The feeling wasn’t mutual.

With an annoyed grunt, Easton tossed the pizza box in the back of Ash’s Jeep. “Compost this, please.”

Since his services were no longer needed, Easton decided there was no reason to stand there any longer, giving his sister ammunition.

“You never saw this,” he warned her.

“Oh, everyone saw this.”

Which was so true. In a place like Moose Springs, memories were long. The town would never—ever—let Easton live this down.

“Destroy the evidence, Ash. If you love me, destroy the evidence.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” his twin teased. As he headed for his truck, she called after him. “I might frame it instead!”

• • •

River had to give them credit. Moose Springs was really good at being a total pain in the ass.

She’d been professional. She’d been nice. She’d even been accommodating. But what she refused to be was railroaded by a man and a sandwich.