Biting her lip to keep from giggling, River decided the look of slowly dawning horror on his face was better than beard stroking, tight shirts, or man buns could ever be. Leaning in, River whispered in his ear.

“Because you, handsome, are going to star in a documentary.”

Chapter 4

“Your girlfriend made the front page.”

From across their breakfast table, Ash tossed the local newspaper at him. On the front was a picture of a very familiar redhead and her team of hooligans, all three trying and failing miserably to hide the film equipment in their hands. Even in newspaper ink, River was gorgeous. Especially when facing down the newspaper photographer with a defiant glare that would make the bravest of men shrink back a few feet.

She looked even better climbing down a rock face, not that Easton had snuck a peek.

“‘World famous actress films documentary about Moose Springs,’” he read aloud. “Why am I looking at this?”

“Because you’re on page two. Tasha from the Moose Springs Daily Register had so many interesting things to say about you.”

A smirk crossed his twin’s face, making Easton internally groan.

“Great. Do I want to know?”

“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway. I’m a good sister like that.”

Elbows on the table, Ash leaned in, holding her coffee mug cradled between her hands as the smirk widened. This same table had sat in their family’s kitchen for three generations. The house had been updated over those years; the table had not. Three generations of cereal bowls, glass rings, and pot roast dinners. Three lifetimes of memories.

Easton had moved to a small house on the far side of the two-hundred-acre Lockett homestead after high school, needing his own space. And their family land certainly had that. Theirs was one of the largest personal properties within the town of Moose Springs, with some of the prettiest views of the surrounding countryside.

Unlike Easton, Ash had never moved out, and he doubted she ever would. Come hell or high water, there was nothing strong enough to make her leave her home. Which meant Easton was stuck drinking her sludge-like coffee in the mornings when he came to check on his family.

Usually a sleepy grunt was all Easton got from his sister or father, but this morning, his twin sister was beaming like the cat that got in the cream.

“Tasha wrote the truth. She says the town’s most skilled outdoorsman sold out and is showcasing our town in a tourism film. A film you also…and here’s where Tasha went for blood. You agreed to be a part of too.”

Sighing audibly this time, Easton reached for his coffee. “It wasn’t like that, Ash.”

“Oh, it gets better. Listen to this.”

Stealing the paper back from him despite his grab to keep it from her, Ash cleared her throat with dramatic exuberance.