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Londyn shook her head, her lips twitching. “They came with flannel PJs. We’re in Wyoming. It gets cold at night.”
He flung his hands in the air. “So, we’ll do the scene sans clothes.”
Londyn’s head jerked back, and her cheeks filled with color. “Naked?”
Nash frowned. He could tell by the shocked look on her face that Londyn was not happy about the idea.
“Yes, yes, naked.” The director looked at her. “And do something about the dirt on your face and the grass in your hair.” He turned. “Makeup!”
“Mr. Haynes.” Londyn touched the man’s arm. “My contract states no nude scenes. Any nudity was to be handled by a body double. She’s not due here for a couple more days.”
Director Haynes crossed his arms over his chest. “I went out on a limb to bring you onto this project. One nude scene won’t kill you.”
Londyn’s hands tightened into fists. “I didn’t sign on for nude scenes.”
The man stepped up to Londyn and went nose-to-nose with her. “You’ll do it or pack up.”
Nash pulled Londyn back and stepped up to Haynes. “The lady isn’t required to do nude scenes according to her contract. She almost lost her life in that explosion, she has no place to go to clean up, and you haven’t had the decency to ask if she’s all right. I suggest you get a grip and come up with an alternative.”
Standing a good six inches over Director Haynes, Nash didn’t have to do much to intimidate the man.
Haynes blinked up at Nash. “Who the hell are you?”
“Miss Tyler-Lovejoy’s bodyguard,” Nash said.
The man looked around Nash to Londyn. “Who authorized a bodyguard? We don’t have money in the budget for bodyguards for the talent?”
“Don’t worry,” Londyn said. “You’re not paying for it.”
“Good.” Haynes tugged at the lapels of his jacket. “Keep him on a leash. We can’t have him getting in the way.” His eyes narrowed. “Were you injured in the explosion?”
Londyn’s lips rose briefly. “No. Thanks to Nash. He saved my life by keeping me from going into my trailer.”
Haynes stared up at Nash. “Is that right?” His lips twisted. “Good. Glad to hear that. As long as he isn’t adding to my budget and doesn’t get in the way, he can stay.”
Londyn lifted her chin. “What about the costume? I’m not shooting nude.”
“Fine,” the director said. “Do the scene in your goddamn underwear.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you have any objections to that? It’s no more revealing than wearing a bikini. Surely, you don’t object to that. Please tell me you wear undergarments.”
“I do.” Londyn gave the man a brief nod. “I can do that.”
“Good, then get cleaned up and over to makeup. We shoot in...” he glanced down at his watch, “ten minutes.” Haynes strode off, shouting instructions to the camera crew.
Londyn shook her head at Haynes’s departing figure.
Nash stared down at her. “Are you all right?”
She pressed her palms to her ears. “I’m fine, though my ears are still ringing.”
“That’ll fade with time.”
“I hope so. It’s irritating as hell.” She gave him a crooked smile. “Though it could be worse.” She touched his arm. “Thanks for saving my life. And I’m sorry for being so...”
“Rude?” he suggested.
She chuckled. “I was thinking of a different word.”
“Cantankerous,” he said with a cocked brow.
