Falling for River wasn’t a bad idea. It was epically bad. He wasn’t interested in being some actress’s part-time fling on location, and whispering in her ear was exactly what Easton shouldn’t be doing. Getting drawn in like this, so close all he had to do was inhale and she would be in his arms, was even worse. Easton was starting to lose his ability to say no to the woman in front of him. All she had to do was turn those pale-blue eyes his way and— Her eyes. That was what had happened.
