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“I’m the lead male, and Lana’s—” he tipped his head toward Londyn, “love interest in the movie.” He rubbed his thumb with a frown. “We’ll have to work on the chemistry.”
Londyn turned to Nash. “And this is Nash Nelson, my?—”
“Boyfriend,” Nash said and held out his hand to Craig.
Londyn’s eyes widened briefly, but she didn’t call him out on his lie.
Craig reached for the hand to shake.
Nash gripped the actor’s hand hard enough to make the man flinch. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ryland.” He released the man’s hand and offered his hand to the woman. “Miss Banes.”
Julia gave him a weak handshake and released it quickly.
“I just arrived today,” Nash said. “And it seems I’m just in time.” He slipped an arm around Londyn and pulled her up against him.
She stiffened but didn’t twist his thumb like she had Craig’s.
“How terrible that you could’ve been caught in the explosion with Londyn.” Craig shoved his hand into his back pocket. “Well, I’m glad neither of you was hurt. Will you be on set for the next scene?” he asked Londyn.
“I’m headed that way now,” Londyn said.
“Good.” Craig nodded. “Haynes likes to keep on schedule,”
Julia glanced from Nash to Londyn. “Nothing makes him crankier than delays.”
“Believe me,” Londyn murmured. “I want to finish this job—the sooner the better.” She hooked her hand through Nash’s elbow. “Come on, boyfriend. I need to get moving before the big, bad director blows a gasket.”
Nash let her lead him to the cabin on the edge of the movie set. Camera equipment was set up all around the front of the cabin, and lights were trained on the porch.
Director Steve Haynes emerged through the cabin's front door. “We need Lana in place ASAP.” The man’s gaze searched for and found Londyn as she approached with Nash. “There you are.” His brow dipped low. “You’re not ready.”
“She’ll be ready in a minute.” A woman rushed forward with a hairbrush.
Nash stepped away.
Another woman came at Londyn with what looked like a makeup palette.
While Londyn stood still, the woman with the hairbrush worked quickly and efficiently, brushing the tangles, dirt and grass from her hair.
The one with a makeup palette whipped out a soft brush and applied just enough makeup to cover the smudge of dirt on Londyn’s face and to enhance her eyelashes, cheekbones and lips.
Once they’d completed their work, they melted into the shadows.
“The crew’s inside, ready to go when you are.” He turned to Craig Ryland. “Mount up. You’ll ride in on my cue.”
Ryland nodded and strode to the edge of the floodlights, where a man held the reins of a black horse.
Londyn’s lips twisted. She shot a glance toward Nash. “You can’t go in with me.”
He frowned.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “This shouldn’t take long. I’m just inside for a few minutes and then come rushing out to defend my ranch.”
“Has anyone checked the cabin for explosives?” he asked.
Haynes nodded. “The sheriff had a bomb-sniffing dog run through the set and around all the other trailers. We’re clear. Apparently, the only affected trailer... Well, you know.”
“Was Miss Tyler-Lovejoy’s.” Nash’s jaw clenched.
