She only hoped he’d crawl off to lick his wounds and leave her the hell alone for the rest of the shoot. They had eight weeks to craft the story, rebuild a town, and air the finale live on Christmas Eve. If Noah knew what was good for him and his town, he’d stay out of her way. But there was nothing Cat loved more than a good challenge.

She let the RV door slam behind her as she stepped down onto the asphalt of the parking lot. Her list was eighteen miles long, and she was going to start knocking items off it.

“Hey there, Madam Producer.”

Cat spun around.

“Well, if it isn’t my gorgeous and deeply talented sister-in-law!” She grabbed Paige for a hard hug.

“For now, I’m your gorgeous and deeply talented director.”

Cat pushed her back a step. “No! The network said they were sending Martinez!”

Paige pushed her short dark waves out of her face. “They were until I volunteered my time for free.”

Cat felt tears prick at her eyes. “You didn’t. You noble shithead!”

Paige nodded, grinning wider. “It’s a good cause, and my next project doesn’t ramp up until January.”

“You didn’t have to, but I’m so damn glad you did,” Cat said, clearing the emotion that lodged in her throat. “What about Gannon and Gabby?”

“We’re a mobile family,” the deep raspy voice, as familiar as her own, announced over her shoulder.

“Shut the front door!” Cat launched herself at her brother. Gannon King, handsome as a devil and prickly as a cactus, was dressed for work in worn jeans and boots that should have seen the inside of a trash bin months ago. He wore a Kings Construction fleece and a ball cap. He hugged her back, hard.

“Gotta make sure my idiot sister doesn’t go floundering through any more floods.”

Cat snorted and punched him in the chest. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same thing.”

“And you would have been just as pissed at me for not inviting you.”

He had a point.

“Where’s Gabby?” A devastated town and TV set was no place for her niece.

“We called in a favor,” Paige said. “Your parents flew back from Florida. We’re renting a place about ten miles from here—I’m not sharing an RV with our daughter and my in-laws. They’re ecstatic about the grandparenting emergency.”

“Mom and Dad are here?”

“Mom left strict orders for you to carve out an hour for dinner tonight,” Gannon warned her.

Angela King was a pushover as an Italian grandmother, but no one said no to her when it came to food. “I’ve got a lot going on here, but I’ll do my best,” Cat sighed, mentally rearranging her evening.

Gannon eyed the activity around them. “I’ll mention that it would be really helpful if she brought dinner here tonight.”