Only Mine. Susan MalleryЧитать онлайн книгу.
rose as well, then shook her head. “First of all, it’s not my stupid show. I’m with the town, not the production company. Second, if you’ll give me a moment to think instead of instantly getting angry, maybe I can come up with something that will help. If you’re like this with your brothers, I’m not surprised they want to get a couple thousand miles away from you.”
Given the little she knew about Finn from their thirty-second relationship, she half expected him to snarl at her, then disappear. Instead he surprised her by grinning.
The curve of his lips, the flash of teeth, wasn’t anything unique, but it hit her in the stomach all the same. She felt as if all the air had rushed out of her lungs and she couldn’t breathe. Seconds later, she managed to recover and told herself it was a momentary blip on her otherwise emotionally smooth radar. Nothing more than an anomaly. Like a sunspot.
“That’s what they said,” he admitted, returning to his seat with a sigh. “That they’d hoped being at college would be far enough away, but it wasn’t.” The grin faded. “Damn, this is hard.”
She sat down and rested her hands on the table between them. “What do your parents say about all this?”
“I’m their parents.”
“Oh.” She swallowed, not sure what tragedy had brought that about. She would guess Finn was all of thirty, maybe thirty-two. “How long ago …?”
“Eight years.”
“You’ve been raising your brothers since they were what? Twelve?”
“They were thirteen, but yes.”
“Congratulations. You’ve done a good job.”
The smile faded as he scowled at her. “How would you know that?”
“They made it into college, were successful enough to get to their final semester and now they’re emotionally tough enough to stand up to you.”
The scowl turned into a sneer. “Let me guess. You’re one of those people who calls rain ‘liquid sunshine.’ If I’d done my job with my brothers, they would still be in college, instead of here, trying to get on some idiotic reality show.”
There was that, Dakota thought. From Finn’s perspective, nothing about this was good.
He shook his head. “I can’t figure out where I went wrong. All I wanted was to get them through college. Three more months. They only needed to stay in school three more months. But could they do that? No. They even sent me an email, telling me where they were—like I’d be happy for them.”
She reached for the files on her desk. “What are their names?”
“Sasha and Stephen.” His expression cleared. “Is there something you can do to help?”
“I don’t know. As I said, I’m here representing the town. The producers came to us with the reality show idea. Believe me, Fool’s Gold wasn’t looking for this kind of publicity. We wanted to say no, but were concerned they would go ahead and do it anyway. This way, we’re involved and hope to have some kind of control over the outcome.”
She glanced at him and smiled. “Or at least the illusion of control.”
“Trust me. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“I’m getting that. All the potential contestants were vetted thoroughly, background checks on everyone. We insisted on that.”
“Trying to avoid the truly insane?”
“Yes, and criminals. Reality television puts a lot of pressure on people.”
“How did the TV people hear about Fool’s Gold if the town wasn’t courting them?” he asked.
“It was just plain bad luck. A year ago a grad student writing her thesis on human geography discovered we had a chronic man shortage in town. The hows and whys became a chapter in her project. In an effort to bring attention to her work, she shopped her thesis around various media outlets, where the part about Fool’s Gold was picked up.”
He frowned. “I think I remember hearing about that. Didn’t you get busloads of guys coming in from all over?”
“Unfortunately. Most of the reports made us sound like a town of desperate spinsters, which isn’t true at all. A few weeks later, Hollywood came calling in the form of the reality show.”
She flipped through the stack of applications of those who had made it to final selection. When she saw Sasha Andersson’s picture, she winced. “Identical twins?” she asked.
“Yes, why?”
She pulled out Sasha’s application and passed it to Finn. “He’s adorable.” The head shot showed a happy, smiling, younger version of Finn. “If he has a personality more exciting than that of a shoe, he’s going to get on the show. What’s not to like? Plus, if there are two of them …” She set down the folder. “Let me put it another way. If you were the producer, would you want them on the show?”
Finn dropped the paper. The woman—Dakota—had a point. His brothers were charming, funny and young enough to believe they were immortal. Irresistible to someone looking to pull in ratings.
“I’m not going to let them ruin their lives,” he said flatly.
“The show is ten weeks of filming. College will still be there.” Her voice was gentle and hinted at compassion. Her dark gaze was steady. She was pretty enough—had he been looking for that kind of thing. All he cared about right now was getting his brothers back to college.
“You think they’ll want to go back after all this?” he demanded.
“I don’t know. Have you asked them?”
“No.” To date he’d only lectured and issued orders—both of which his brothers had ignored.
“Did they say why they wanted to be on this show?”
“Not specifically,” he admitted. But he had a theory or two about their thinking. They wanted to be out of Alaska and away from him. Plus, Sasha had been dreaming of fame for a long time.
“Have they done this sort of thing before? Run off against your wishes, given up on school?”
“No. That’s what I don’t get. They’re so close to being finished. Why couldn’t they suck it up for one more semester?” It was the responsible thing to do.
Until now, Sasha and Stephen hadn’t given him much grief. There’d been the usual driving too fast, a few parties with friends and plenty of girls. He’d sweated bullets waiting to hear one of his brothers had gotten a girl pregnant. But so far that hadn’t happened. Maybe his thousands of lectures about using birth control had gotten through. So them wanting to leave college for a reality show had stunned him. He’d always figured they would at least finish school.
“They sound like great kids,” Dakota said. “Maybe you should trust them.”
“Maybe I should tie them up and throw them in the back of a plane headed for Alaska.”
“You wouldn’t like jail.”
“They’d have to catch me first.” He stood again. “Thanks for your time.”
“I’m sorry I can’t help.”
“Me, too.”
She rose and circled the table so she was standing in front of him. “To repeat a cliché, if you love something, set it free.”
He stared into her dark eyes. They were an interesting contrast to her wavy blond hair. “If it comes back, it was meant to?” He managed a smile. “No, thanks. I fall into the ‘if it doesn’t, hunt it down and shoot it’ category.”
“Should I warn your brothers?”
“They