“A moose, River.” Jessie turned back to her, petulant and grumpy.

“I’ll find you another one.” Easton gave Jessie a companionable thump on the shoulder.

“Stop whining,” Bree told him, walking over to River. “We got plenty on the handheld alone. After we add in your footage, we’ll have more than enough. River, look at this.”

When she opened a handheld video camera, playing back the film, both women’s heads turned to the screen, utterly focused on what they were looking at.

Which left no one to care how bad Jessie felt. Except for Easton.

Jessie sucked in a deep breath, as if put upon terribly. “The only thing worth shutting down for was getting to eat something. Is there food here? No? Exactly.”

“Are you going to complain this much on the mountain?” Easton asked.

“Depends on them.” Jessie frowned, then he sighed again. “And my blood sugar.”

Checking the time on his phone, Easton said, “We’ll run through this and then get some dinner. My treat. The company can pay for all of us tonight. And you can park the car at my place. I don’t have extra rooms, but there’s a couch and you have your sleeping bags. Plus, there’s a shower.”

Normally, Easton would never have made the offer, but…well…he didn’t care for the idea of River sleeping in a car in the middle of a parking lot somewhere, even if it had been their own faults.

Jessie opened his mouth, then closed it again, unable to find anything in the offer to complain about. “Okay, that’s a good deal.”

Feeling her watching him, Easton glanced at River. When she winked at him, his hands stopped working. There was no other reason for the rope to slip out of his fingers.

A smirk touched Jessie’s lips. “Don’t do it, buddy. She’s chewed up and spit out tougher than you.”

Easton didn’t need the warning. He wasn’t surprised one bit by that piece of information.

“Oh!” Bree held up her phone, perking up. “How about this?”

“Looks good.” River took the phone and tilted it his way. “Hey, Easton?”

Her voice calling his name did something to him. Something Easton couldn’t begin to understand and didn’t want to…not yet. But when she said his name, he couldn’t help but look into her eyes. He’d drunk from glacier pools and never seen anything as blue. There were worse things than being chewed on for a while.

“Have you ever heard of the Tourist Trap?”

Worse things like taking them there.

• • •

As tiny diners went, this one smelled better than most.

“Nope. Nope nope nope. Out.”