For some reason, that bit of information made her whole face shift away from frustration. And damn if she wasn’t even more beautiful when she smiled. “So why are you here? Did Mayoface ruin your day too?”

“There’s a poker game tonight. I was going to invite him. And I wanted to see how he got the moose out of the swing set.”

River swallowed her bite, then took another. “Isn’t that something you could have done through a text or a phone call?” she said between mouthfuls.

“Yeah, but I knew he’d be here. Not hard to find someone in a town this small.”

Okay, so maybe he was teasing her. It was kind of hard not to. Easton deserved the eye roll she aimed at him. “Har har.”

He took another bite. “They won’t let you film in town, River. It’s kind of our policy.”

“Whose policy? From what I can tell, no one is actually in charge around here.”

“Oh, Graham’s in charge. He’s just really good at pretending otherwise.”

“Any idea where I can find this Graham?” He wasn’t going to answer, and she must have known, because River snorted. “Of course not. He’s in hiding. Well, they can’t stop me if they don’t see me. What will they do? Have someone follow us around to tattle?”

When he didn’t immediately answer, those stunning blue eyes turned to him, narrowing. Easton held a hand up innocently. “Nope, not me. Do I look like the kind of guy who can sneak around?”

“You could be sneakier than you appear.” River finished her half of the sandwich. “Well, I’m not giving up. Sorry, Moose Springs.”

“Feel free to try, but you won’t get anything for your trouble other than escorted to the county line. By the way, I said they wouldn’t let you film in town,” Easton told her. “But there’s a lot out there worth filming.”

When Easton jutted his chin toward the mountains surrounding them, she looked, then kept looking. A speculative expression crossed her features.

She turned, taking in the mountains around them. “Most of the people who come here do so for the skiing, right?”

He nodded.

“You know what, Easton Lockett? You might have earned yourself another twenty bucks.”

Easton barked out a laugh. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, scratching a number on it. “Here. Call this number. This expedition company is based out of Anchorage. They’ll take you and your people around to the spots worth seeing.”

She pocketed the number with a murmured thanks. “Hey, Easton? Sorry I accused you of being an evil mastermind and for kicking your tire. And thanks for the awful sandwich. I was getting hungry.”

He winked at her in reply. “No worries. And, River?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t bother with Moose Springs. We’re really not worth the trouble.”

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