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She shook her head. “Not that one.”
He tried again. “Obstinate?”
Londyn tipped her head. “I was thinking more along the line of bitchy.”
“I wasn’t going to go there,” he said with a grin. “It rings too much of judgment.”
For the first time since he’d met the woman, she smiled. “Right answer.”
His grin faded. “Did the sheriff question you about possible suspects?”
Londyn’s lips thinned into a straight line. “He did. Other than protestors, I couldn’t think of anyone who knows me enough to hate me.”
“Your mother mentioned that you inherited a ranch from your grandfather,” he said. “Was someone else in line for that property?”
She snorted. “Only my mother, and she has no desire to ever live there again.”
“Would she want the money from the sale of the land?” He held up his hands. “Not that I’m accusing her of trying to kill you, especially since she hired me to protect you.”
“She’d rather die than move back to Montana. She has enough money and doesn’t need the money a sale of the ranch would bring.”
“What about a rival actor?”
She shrugged. “Everyone has been nice to me on the set. I haven’t been in the acting business long enough to make anyone mad that I can think of. I just want to get through this and get back to my ranch.”
Nash’s brow dipped low. “What about an ex-boyfriend or jealous ex-lover?” Something tightened in his gut, and he found himself holding his breath, waiting for her answer.
Londyn snorted. “I don’t have time for a boyfriend and haven’t had a lover since...” She blinked. “Hell, since college. That’s years ago.” Her brows twisted. “I’ve been busy working the ranch.”
“There has to be someone who has it in for you.” He pushed a hand through his hair, oddly relieved and tense at the same time. “Since your trailer was targeted for graffiti and demolition, and the props that were tampered with were the ones you were supposed to use, you’re clearly the target.”
Londyn stared at the mess left by the explosion. “I’ll think about it. You’re right. I’m the target. I just don’t have a clue why.” She stared at the people milling around, and her eyes narrowed. “Unless it all has to do with trespassing on sacred lands. Excuse me. I need to talk with someone.”
She took off toward the cluster of protestors standing in the shadows.
Nash hurried to keep pace with Londyn.
“You don’t have to follow me everywhere, you know,” she murmured.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “I can’t protect you if I’m not near you.”
“True.” She shot him a glance. “Stay close but let me do the talking.”
He nodded.
Londyn stopped in front of a woman with long dark hair, much like hers. “Tala, are you all right?”
The woman she’d called Tala turned to her and gripped her arms.
Nash tensed, ready to step between the two women at the first sign of danger.
“Oh, Londyn, I’m fine, and I’m so glad you’re okay.” She pulled her into a hug. “That was your trailer. You could’ve been inside it when it went up.” She leaned back. “What happened?”
Londyn’s eyes narrowed. “Should I be asking you? Or one of your crowd of protestors?”
Tala shook her head, her eyebrows forming a V over the bridge of her nose. “What do you mean?”
“The explosion wasn’t an accident,” Londyn said.
