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He’d be hard to replace at the last moment.
Londyn, on the other hand, had come cheap. If they had to replace her, she figured it would be no big deal. In fact, Julia Banes knew the script. She could wear dark contacts to cover her green eyes and straighten her wavy hair. She didn’t have the dark skin and high cheekbones like Londyn, but makeup could hide those facts.
The point was that if she wanted to see this project through and save her ranch, she couldn’t give them any reason to replace her, like showing up late on the set and holding up production.
It was bad enough that the attempts on her life had put some kinks in the schedule and caused some crew members to start spreading the rumor that because they were trespassing on sacred ground, the movie was cursed. Bad things would continue to happen until they left Yellowstone to the ghostly ancestors watching over it.
Londyn padded barefoot through the cabin to the front door, praying she didn’t find the bloody remains of Nash spread across the porch due to being mauled by a bear.
She shook her head at her morbid thoughts. The noise of a bear mauling would have woken her in the night.
Despite that supposedly reassuring idea, she held her breath as she twisted the lock and pulled the door open.
The porch was empty, the sleeping bag and Nash nowhere in sight.
Londyn frowned and stepped outside.
A cool mountain breeze whipped around her bare legs, raising gooseflesh across her skin. She wrapped her arms around her middle and searched the immediate vicinity for the man who was supposed to be protecting her.
She didn’t see any sign of him in his truck, but he could be lying across the back bench seat. Determined to find him, she crossed the porch and was about to descend when a movement out of the corner of her eye made her turn toward the corner of the cabin.
Nash jogged into view, stopped, dropped, and did a burpee. He dropped again and pumped out ten pushups, then leaped to his feet and resumed jogging.
When he spotted her at the top of the steps, he slowed to a stop, barely breathing hard, his skin glistening with a light coating of sweat.
“Good morning,” he said. “Ready to head out?”
She shook her head. “How long have you been awake?”
He glanced at his watch. “Forty minutes.”
“No unwanted visitors last night?” she asked.
“Just a couple of curious coyotes,” he said, his lips twitching. “They were as surprised by my presence as I was by theirs.”
Londyn shook her head. “You aren’t sleeping on the porch tonight.”
Nash didn’t argue.
Londyn’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to do whatever the hell you want to despite what I say, aren’t you?”
He nodded slowly. “I need a shower, then I’ll be ready to go.”
She led the way back into the house where it was warmer, even though the fire had burned out in the potbellied stove.
Nash crossed to his duffel bag and dug out a pair of heather-gray sweatpants. “Catch,” he said. He tossed the pants toward Londyn.
She caught them with one hand. “What do you want me to do with these?”
“I think they’ll go great with the boxer briefs,” he said with a wink.
Her lips twitched. “Thanks.”
“Do you want a different T-shirt?” he asked.
“I assume they’re all the same size.” Londyn shook her head. “In which case, no. I can make do with this one until I can get the clothes from my ranch or stop at a store somewhere and buy something that fits a little better.”
“We can stop by the park gift shop later and see if they have any shirts and sweatshirts,” Nash said.
