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She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips at the absurdity of the mirror and the fact that she was far from a movie star. Hell, she was a completely unknown actor, more comfortable in the saddle than on a film set.
When she emerged from the bedroom, her body was enveloped in delicious warmth.
Nash turned from tossing a small log into the fire inside the potbelly stove. He smiled and pointed to the cell phone he had balanced between his chin and shoulder. “Let me put you on speaker.” Nash took the phone in his hand, punched a button and spoke, “Swede, say hello to Londyn Tyler-Lovejoy.”
“Hello, Miss Tyler-Lovejoy,” a deep male voice said.
She stared at Nash and shook her head. “Hi. Thank you for all you did to get me into a room tonight.”
“Glad to help,” Swede said. “I’m sorry about your trailer and your belongings. Did you have a good insurance policy?”
Londyn snorted. “Hardly. The trailer belonged to the production company. At least I’m not out that cost. I need to make a run up to my ranch to collect additional clothing to get me by while I’m on set in Wyoming.”
“Could we send someone over to get what you need?” Swede asked. “It might be faster for someone from our headquarters here in Eagle Rock to swing by to get what you need rather than for you to leave the set in the middle of filming.”
Londyn snorted softly. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s weird having strange men going through my underwear drawer.”
Swede laughed. “I hadn’t planned on going through anyone’s drawers. Hank Patterson’s wife, Sadie, volunteered to go to your ranch with him if you want her to get some things for you. She’d like to drive down to Yellowstone and see what’s going on because she’s familiar with movie production and all.”
“Is she?” Londyn asked. “How so?”
Swede chuckled. “Ever hear of Sadie McClain?”
Londyn’s eyes narrowed. “The name’s familiar.”
“Do you go to the movies often or stream them online?” Swede asked.
“I’ve seen a few. I’m new to the movie industry and haven’t met many actors except the ones on this set. I’ve spent most of my life ranching. We don’t have much time to go to the movies or watch much television, except during the winter.”
“Then you might not be familiar with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. Sadie McClain is one of the most sought-after actors in the business.”
“Sadie McClain...” Londyn shook her head.
“Look her up. You might recognize her face,” Swede said. “But she’s all female. If you don’t want her to go to your ranch, she can pick up what you need on the way down from a store in Bozeman.”
“I guess it would be all right for her to stop at my ranch. My neighbor, Ben Standing Bear, is pulling double duty between his place and mine while I’m on location filming. I can give him a call and let him know Sadie and Hank are stopping by for me.”
“Good. I’ll let Hank know he and Sadie are a go to deliver whatever you tell them you need,” Swede said. “I was just about to fill Nash in on what I learned from the sheriff’s office, Wyoming Highway Patrol and the state crime lab folks investigating the explosion.”
“We’re listening,” Nash said as he stirred the fire and closed the door. Heat radiated from the small stove, warming the room. “They figure out who set those charges?”
Londyn moved closer to the source.
“Not yet,” Swede replied. “The sheriff questioned the man in charge of the pyrotechnics for the movie. He maintains strict control over what they have. He showed the sheriff his supplies and his inventory tracking application. Everything was accounted for. I called one of my contacts in the Wyoming Highway Patrol. One of the mining companies near Yellowstone reported missing inventory two days ago. One of their employees stole some C4 from their supplies and a couple of detonators. They have the man in custody.”
“Was he the one who set the charges on my trailer?” Londyn asked.
“They don’t think so. He said he sold the items to someone behind a bar in West Yellowstone.”
“No name?” Nash asked.
“No name,” Swede confirmed. “And the man’s face was covered in a black ski mask.”
Londyn frowned. “Two nights ago, production came to a halt because the props we needed for the next five scenes had been destroyed in transit an hour away from delivery. Our director gave everyone half a day and night off. Almost everyone piled into their cars and headed to West Yellowstone for a buffalo burger and beer.” She met Nash’s gaze. “They went to the Buffalo Bar and Grill. Was that the bar where he made the sale?”
“That’s the one,” Swede said.
“Does that mean a member of the crew has an issue with me?” Londyn shook her head. “I don’t remember making anyone particularly angry. I work hard and try hard to get scenes right the first time.”
