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When Julia entered the cabin, Londyn’s relief was short-lived.
She frowned when she saw Londyn and then said to the props guy, “What are you waiting for? We don’t have much time.”
“I need to get back to the set,” Londyn said with as much false confidence as she could muster. Her gut was telling her that shit was about to go down. “Do you think you can get this guy to move out of my way?” She had to stall them from whatever they had in mind until Nash returned. He said he’d be right back. Where was he?
“If you’re looking for your boyfriend, you can forget about him.” Julia’s lip curled back in a sneer. “He won’t be coming to your rescue this time.”
CHAPTER 16
Nash didn’t like leaving Londyn for even a minute. And just when he needed to find someone, everyone was busy getting equipment in place. He’d only gone maybe thirty yards when his cell phone chirped, indicating an incoming text. He fished it from his pocket and glanced down to see the message was from Swede.
Look out for Alan Sarley, hired on with the film studio as maintenance. Dishonorable discharge from the Marines for spousal abuse even after mandatory anger management therapy.
Nash started to respond when his cell phone rang. The name on the screen was Dana Tyler. He answered, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Nash, I checked into the other women who auditioned for the lead role Londyn landed. Only one made the cut but was awarded the role of supporting actress instead of the lead.”
“Let me guess,” he said. “Julia Banes?”
“That’s the one,” Dana said. “I had my agent check into her background. She’s got a reputation for being hard to work with. A real diva.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Nash promised.
“Thanks.” Dana hesitated. “How’s my girl?”
“She’s getting ready for her next scene,” he said. “Gotta go.”
“Take care of her,” Dana said.
“Yes, ma’am.” Anxious to get someone to find a script, he ended the call.
As he pocketed his cell, he heard someone shout, “Look out!”
Nash looked up in time to see the heavy lighting fixture he was standing near teeter precariously and then topple in his direction.
The man who’d shouted rushed toward him.
“Don’t!” Nash yelled and dove for the man, knocking him backward. The metal fixture crashed down, pinning Nash and the man he’d shoved beneath its heavy frame.
For a moment, Nash’s vision blurred. He fought the darkness. He couldn’t pass out. He needed to get back to Londyn.
As Nash’s vision cleared, pain shot through his leg and shoulder. He tried to move. The weight of the equipment trapped him against the ground.
The man he’d shoved muttered a string of curses and then asked between gritted teeth, “You all right, man?”
“Can’t...move,” Nash said, the weight of the fixture smashing him into the dirt and making it hard to breathe. He pushed his hands against the ground and tried to push up.
“Hang on,” the other guy said. “Let me try. It’s only got my leg pinned.” The man grunted and cursed. “No use. We’re going to need a hand.” He raised his voice. “Hey! Help!”
A voice answered back, “Coming!” Soon, a man came running up. “Holy shit, Brody! Gonna need more than me. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry,” Nash said into the dirt.
“Max’ll get help,” Brody said. “What’s your name?”
“Nash,” he replied.
“Nash, you the guy with our leading lady?” Brody asked.
