Maybe Easton should have dressed more, but they were lucky he’d remembered to bring pants along with him to the shower. He could have emerged in a pair of socks and a toothbrush. Wishing he could extract himself from the situation, Easton tried skirting River, only to find Bree standing there, handheld video camera at the ready.

“Bree, you can’t film him coming out of the shower.” River went up on her tiptoes, shielding Easton’s chest from view of the lens.

“But…”

“No, Bree.” River exhaled a sigh. “Those white fluffy towels. It’s so wrong.”

Glancing at the towel, then back at River, Easton couldn’t remember a point since they’d met where he wasn’t utterly confused. “I have no idea what that means,” he told her.

“It’s probably for the best.” River patted his shoulder. “Hey, since you let us crash here, breakfast is on me. I don’t cook, but I’m happy to buy you breakfast in town.”

“There’s cereal in the cupboard. Milk in the fridge.” Easton looked longingly at the bedroom door, wondering if he could get through the two women in the hall or if he should give up. “Use it up. It’ll go bad when we’re out there.”

“Don’t shipping costs make this like liquid gold or something?” Jessie asked, already digging into the refrigerator. He jiggled the milk carton at them.

Easton didn’t dignify that with an answer. Yes, it was more expensive to get certain things shipped to them from the lower forty-eight, but he’d had to listen to tourists poking and prodding at everyone for years now. The fascination over his milk costs to strangers never ceased to annoy him.

Distracting them with free food seemed to be the trick, because Easton was able to finally escape the trio and get himself a shirt. He returned to find them making short work of a massive box of cereal. As he stuck with toast and coffee, Easton glanced at River. She was watching him out of the corner of her eye, and when they locked gazes, she managed to look guilty.

Huh. That was new.

Suspicious, Easton narrowed his eyes at River. “What did you do?”

The woman was good. He almost believed her when she blinked innocently at him. “Nothing.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

River would make an excellent poker player, but Bree’s face split in a massive grin. She must have known they were outed, because River sighed. “Well…okay. You see, we kind of decided to add a bit more to the roll.”

Easton rolled his eyes. “You didn’t.”

“We had to.” River and Bree nodded in agreement. “The barn was too torture-y to resist.”

“My property, ladies. That film belongs to me without my permission.”