much of a choice.”
The mayor smiled. “That’s the secret to my success. I box people into a corner and force them to agree.”
“You’re very good at it.” Dakota sipped her diet soda. “The worst part is I actually like reality TV. Or I did until I met Geoff. I wish he’d do something illegal so Chief Barns would arrest him.”
“We can always hope.” Marsha sighed. “You’ve given up a lot, Dakota. I do want to thank you for taking on the show and protecting the town.”
Dakota shifted in her seat. “I haven’t done all that. I’m on set and making sure they don’t plan anything truly insane.”
“I feel better knowing you’re around.”
She was good, Dakota thought, eyeing the older woman. Years of experience. Marsha was the longest-serving mayor in the state. Over thirty years. She thought of all the money the town had saved on letterhead. It never had to change.
While this was far from Dakota’s dream job, working for Geoff had the potential to be interesting. She knew nothing about making a television show, and she told herself she would enjoy the opportunity to learn about the business. At least it was a distraction. Something she wanted these days—anything to avoid feeling so…broken.
She reminded herself not to go there. Not everything could be fixed, and the sooner she accepted that, the better. She could still make a good life for herself. Acceptance would be the first step in moving on. She was a trained professional, after all. A psychologist who understood how the human mind worked.
But knowing and believing were two different things. Right now it seemed as if she would never feel whole.
“THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT,” Sasha Andersson said as he leaned against the battered headboard. He glanced down at the copy of Variety he’d bought from the old guy at the bookstore. Someday, he would be making thousands, or even millions, and he would subscribe and have it delivered to his phone, as the real stars did. Until then, he bought a copy every few days, to keep costs down.
Stephen, his twin brother, lay across the other bed in the small motel room they shared. A worn Car and Driver sat open on the floor. Stephen dangled his head and shoulders off the mattress as he flipped through an issue he’d probably read fifty times.
“Did you hear me?” Sasha asked impatiently.
Stephen looked up, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “What?”
“The show. It’s going to be great.”
Stephen shrugged. “If we get picked.”
Sasha tossed the paper to the foot of the bed and grinned. “Hey. It’s us. How could they resist?”
“I heard there were over five hundred applicants.”
“They narrowed that number down to sixty and we’re going to make the final cut, too. Come on. We’re twins. TV audiences love that. We should make it seem like we don’t get along. Fight and stuff. Then we’ll get more camera time.”
Stephen shifted on the bed, then rolled onto his back. “I don’t want more camera time.”
A fact that was both irritating and true, Sasha thought grimly. Stephen wasn’t interested in the business.
“Then why are you here?”
Stephen drew in a deep breath. “It beats being back home.”
Something they agreed on. Home was a tiny town of eighty people. South Salmon, Alaska. In the summer, they were flooded with tourists wanting to see the “real” Alaska. For nearly five months, every waking moment was spent working impossible hours, struggling to keep up with the crowds, to get the job done and get paid before moving on to the next job. In winter, there was darkness, snow and crushing boredom.
The other residents of South Salmon claimed to love everything about their lives. Despite being direct descendants of Russian, Swedish and Irish immigrants who had settled in Alaska nearly a hundred years before, Sasha and Stephen wanted to be anywhere but there. Something their older brother, Finn, had never understood.
“This is my chance,” Sasha said firmly. “My shot. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get noticed.”
Without even closing his eyes, he could see himself being interviewed on Entertainment Tonight, talking about the blockbuster movie he was starring in. In his mind, he’d walked a million red carpets, celebrated at Hollywood parties, had women show up naked in his hotel room, begging him to sleep with them. Which he graciously agreed to do, he thought with a grin. Because that’s the kind of guy he was.
For the past eight years, he’d wanted to be on TV and in movies. But the industry never made it to South Salmon, and Finn had always dismissed his dreams as something he would outgrow.
Finally old enough to be able to do what he wanted without his brother’s permission, Sasha had been waiting for the right opportunity. A casting notice for True Love or Fool’s Gold had been it. The only surprise had been when Stephen had wanted to come with him on the interview.
“When I get to Hollywood,” he began, playing a familiar game, “I’m going to buy a house in the hills. Or at the beach.”
“Malibu,” Stephen said, rolling onto his back. “Girls in bikinis.”
“Right. Malibu. And I’ll meet with producers and go to parties and make millions.” He glanced at his brother. “What are you going to do?”
Stephen was quiet for a long time. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “Not go to Hollywood.”
“You’d like it.”
Stephen shook his head. “No. I want something different. I want…”
He didn’t complete the sentence, but then he didn’t have to. Sasha already knew. He and his twin might not share the same dreams, but they still knew everything about each other. Stephen wanted to find a place to belong, whatever the hell that meant.
“It’s Finn’s fault you’re not excited about this,” Sasha grumbled.
Stephen looked at him and grinned. “You mean because he’s so hell-bent on us finishing college and having a good life? What a jerk.”
Sasha chuckled. “Yeah. Where does he get off demanding we’re successful?” His humor faded. “Except it’s not about us. It’s about him. He just wants to say he’s done a good job.”
Sasha knew it was more than that, but he wasn’t willing to admit it. Not out loud, anyway.
“Don’t worry about him,” Stephen said, reaching for the magazine. “He’s a couple thousand miles away.”
“Right,” Sasha said. “Why let him ruin our good time? We’re going to be on TV.”
“Finn will never watch the show.”
True enough. Finn didn’t do anything for fun. Not anymore. He used to be wild—before…
Before their parents had
