AllFreeNovel
Share Us
For the next ten minutes, Londyn memorized the words she would say to Craig’s character in a heated discussion. Her mother had coached her on how to express different emotions subtly rather than hitting the audience over the head with it. She closed her eyes and rehearsed the words in her head. She’d committed to memory most of the scene.
As she worked through the last few lines, her cell phone buzzed in her purse. She pulled it out, read the name on the screen and grimaced. “I’m sorry, but I need to take this call.”
“No worries,” Nash said, his gaze on the road ahead.
Londyn inhaled and let out a long, slow breath before answering. “Hello, Mother.”
“Londyn, darling, what’s this I hear about your trailer exploding? Are you all right? Was anyone hurt?”
“I’m fine,” Londyn said. “Some members of the film crew were injured, but no one severely.”
“Thank goodness,” her mother said. “Did they shut down the set?”
“No, Mother. Just the area around the explosion. In fact, I’m on my way to the location now.”
“That’s wonderful, darling,” her mother said. “I’m glad to hear they’re not putting the production on hold. A delay like that can kill a project.”
“Another explosion like we had yesterday could kill more than a film,” Londyn reminded her.
“Absolutely, my dear. I also heard our Mr. Nelson was instrumental in saving you from injury. Was his quick reaction and the fact someone is well and truly targeting you enough to convince you to let him stay?”
Londyn’s gaze shifted to Nash, who sat silently behind the steering wheel. “Yes, Mother. I’ve reconsidered. He can stay until we figure out who’s behind what’s happening.”
“Wonderful, darling,” her mother said. “I only want what’s best for you. You...kn—love?—.”
“We’re losing signal, Mother.” The connection went silent. Londyn sighed and laid the cell phone in her lap. She looked over at Nash. “I guess it’s official.”
“What’s that?” he asked, shooting a glance her way before returning his attention to the road.
“You’re staying until the attacker is identified.” Her brow furrowed. “That is, if you still want to. I mean, it is dangerous and all.”
Nash chuckled. “You do realize I was on active duty, special ops, during a war, right?”
“Yes, but this isn’t a war. You’re in the United States. It’s not supposed to be dangerous here.” She waved her hands in the air. “Things like this aren’t supposed to happen.”
Nash glanced her way, meeting her gaze. “Why do you think Hank Patterson has expanded his Brotherhood Protectors Organization from Montana to Yellowstone, Colorado, Louisiana and Hawai’i?” He shook his head. “People need protection, even here.”
Londyn’s eyes widened. “He’s got protectors in all those places?”
“Yeah.” Nash returned his gaze to the road ahead. “There are bad people everywhere in the world and here at home. That’s why I have a job. That’s why so many of our former military folks have jobs with Hank’s team.”
Londyn stared ahead. “I should’ve stayed on the ranch. There, I only had to worry about wolves, bears, getting thrown by a horse or trampled by cattle. I don’t get it. Who would want to kill me?”
“That’s what we need to figure out,” Nash said. “In the meantime, I’ll be with you until we do.”
Londyn nodded. “Thank you.”
When they arrived at the parking area, Londyn dropped down from the truck and hurried toward the set.
The camera crew, sound and lighting personnel were in place. Craig Ryland and Troy Masters were in position, dressed in their costumes for the scene Londyn had prepared for the night before and on the ride in.
Julia Banes stepped into the scene, wearing the costume designed for Londyn, her long dark hair hanging straight down her back. Londyn frowned and muttered, “What the hell?”
CHAPTER 6
“What’s wrong?” Nash whispered.
The actress spoke the lines Londyn had memorized.
