“He actually will,” Zoey said. She flashed a pretty smile at Graham, then turned shy eyes to River. “You’re River Lane, aren’t you?”

“Most days.” River turned to Zoey with the friendly pleasantness she always took when meeting fans. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoey.”

Unlike with Easton, it was more than easy to see the flush of embarrassment on the other woman’s face. Zoey opened her mouth, then closed it again. She mumbled something close to it’s nice to meet you, then sat back down on her seat.

“Hey, East, I think my fiancée got starstruck,” Graham said, not unkindly. “Help a lady out? Anything embarrassing you could share about your companion over there?”

Oh, they were doing this now?

“Graham, don’t tease her,” Zoey immediately said. “I mean it, mister.”

“Can Easton tease her?” he countered. “They’re teammates. She said the ribbing was mutual.”

“Your ribbing gets mean.”

“Easton can tease me all he wants,” River told the other woman reassuringly. “Bring it on. When your life is regularly plastered over entertainment news, and rarely with stories that are true, you build up a thick skin.”

When Easton’s mouth twitched a little on one side, River knew he was willing to play the game.

“She did kidnap me,” Easton said.

“No, I didn’t.” River shook her head. “You offered me the ride. If anyone was kidnapped, it was me. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“She tried to poison me with the worst coffee I’ve ever had.”

“There’s no accounting for taste.” River stole one of his fries. “Come on. Hit me where I live.”

“She told me I had to go on a date with her tonight.”

Despite herself, River couldn’t keep the offense out of her voice. “I did not. I never once pressured you—and this is not a date.”

“Food, alcohol, your being mad at me. Feels like most of my dates. If you order a salad and steal all my fries, I might as well call it what it is.”

Graham leaned on the counter, stealing Zoey’s hand. “Sounds rough, man. I’d try to save you from her, but I’m a little busy at the moment.”

Busy not helping his customers, not flipping the delicious-smelling burgers on the grill, and not even considering the french fries that currently had River drooling.

“You’re not the mayor, are you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Of course not. That’s way too much work for a guy like me.”

River felt her eyes narrow. That had rolled off his tongue far too easily. “So…if I were to say I was going to film wherever I wanted, that wouldn’t be your problem, right?”

A flinch. Ha! She had him.

“You owe me a permit.”

“Sorry, darlin’. I’m fresh out.” He gave her a charming smile. “You should ask Ashtyn Lockett. She might be able to help.”