what he’d been able to figure out, there would be a combination of live scenes and taped segments of the various potential contestants. Whatever it took to drag out the show, he thought grimly. He stared at his brothers, willing them to suddenly come to their senses. Neither of them noticed him.
The big lights went on, someone called “We’re live in five, four, three…” Cameras were moved silently, then the host began.
He welcomed the viewers, explained the premise of the show and started introducing the potential cast. Dakota reached for Finn’s hand and drew him through the darkness to the other side, where they had a better view of a wide-screen television.
She released his fingers and leaned toward him. “That’s the feed going out,” she murmured, her voice soft, her breath tickling his ear.
He inhaled a feminine scent—something floral and clean. Heat from her body seemed to slip across his arm, making him aware of her curves. For a second he considered pulling her deeper into the darkness and paying attention to her mouth instead of the screen.
Don’t go there, he told himself. Big mistake. He had to remember what was important, and right now that was the twins.
On stage, the host began calling names. Finn found himself stiffening. The first couple was older. Late ’50s early ’60s. He ignored them. A blond guy got paired up with a dark-haired, busty Amazon. At least that was something, he thought. The girl looked like she could take Sasha and Stephen together.
“I promised you some fun contestants,” the host said with a smile. “Here’s where it gets interesting.” He motioned for Sasha and Stephen to join him on stage.
“Twins,” he said with a grin. “Can you believe it? Sasha and Stephen.”
Finn watched his brothers carefully. They looked at ease on the stage. They smiled at the camera, chatted with the host. They looked like they belonged.
“Now which one of you is which?” the host asked.
Sasha, wearing jeans and a blue pullover, the same damn color as his eyes, grinned. “I’m the better-looking one. So I must be Sasha.”
Stephen gave his brother a shove. “I’m better-looking. We could take a vote.”
The host laughed. “You boys are going to do just fine. Now let’s find out if you made it on the show.”
Finn felt his fingers curl into fists. Tension swept through his body. If only, he thought. But he knew what was going to happen. It had been inevitable from the day his brothers had left South Salmon.
The host looked at the card in his hand. He turned it over and showed it to the camera. Sasha’s name was clearly visible. The audience, mostly bused in for the show, although a few locals had shown up, applauded. The host drew another card from his suit pocket. The girls waiting just behind him leaned toward the camera. A couple seemed ready to grab Sasha and run for the hills. A sentiment Finn could understand, although his reasons were different.
“Are you ready?” he asked Sasha.
Sasha grinned for the camera. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Then let’s get the two of you together.” The host turned the second card toward the camera. “Lani, come meet Sasha.”
A petite, dark-haired, beautiful young woman stepped toward Sasha. Her eyes were large, her smile welcoming. She moved with an easy grace that had every man in the room watching her. Even Finn noticed her beauty.
Sasha’s expression was comical as his eyes bugged out, and he leaned so far forward, he nearly lost his footing. He and Lani moved toward each other.
“Hi,” she said softly. “Nice to meet you.”
“Ah, nice to meet you, too.”
They stared at each other. If Finn didn’t know better, he would swear he was witnessing love at first sight. But he did know better. Or rather he knew his brother. Sasha would never let a girl stand between him and what he wanted.
“They look good together,” Dakota said. “Or should I not point that out? Are you dealing okay?”
“I’ll survive, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Not that you’ll like it?”
He glanced at her. “What’s to like?”
“You’re not really a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, are you?”
“What gave me away?”
“Something tells me we’re going to be seeing a lot more of those two,” the host said cheerily.
Finn had yet to meet the man. He didn’t know his name, but he knew he didn’t like him. He couldn’t imagine having to listen to him for ten or twelve weeks, or however the hell long the show lasted. Although disliking the host was the least of his problems right now.
Sasha and Lani linked hands and stepped to the side of the stage. The host put his arm around Stephen. “Guess you’re next. Nervous?”
“More excited than nervous,” Stephen said.
The host nodded to the girls waiting behind them. “Got a favorite?”
Stephen smiled. Unlike his brother, he didn’t feel the need to charm the world. He’d always been serious. More studious. He had a sincerity the girls had always liked. If Sasha was the flash, then Stephen was the substance.
“Do I have to pick just one?” his brother asked.
The host chuckled. “You need to leave some for the rest of the contestants. How about if I pick one for you?”
Steven turned back to the camera. “Whichever one you pick is fine with me.”
The host called for quiet. Finn wanted to point out that no one was talking but knew his comments wouldn’t be appreciated. Once again the host removed a card from his suit pocket and held it up for the camera.
“Aurelia.”
The camera panned across the girls, then paused as one of them stepped forward. Finn frowned. It wasn’t that the girl was unattractive, or even badly dressed. She was just…different from the other girls. Less polished, less sophisticated. Plain.
She wore a navy dress that fell past her knees, low-heeled shoes and no makeup. Her long hair fell in her face, making it hard to see her eyes, not that she looked up as she approached. When she finally stepped next to Stephen and glanced at him, her expression was more one of horror than anticipation.
Finn studied her for a second, then frowned. “Wait a minute. How old is she?”
“Aurelia?” Dakota shrugged. “Twenty-nine or thirty. She was a year or two ahead of us in school.”
He swore. “There’s no way this is happening. I’m going to crush Geoff. I’m going to leave him bleeding and broken on the side of the road.”
“What’s wrong?”
