Church turned to see a thin man in an expensive jacket hurrying toward him. His hair was perfectly styled despite the breeze, and he wore a strained smile probably resulting from dealing with the problems of actors.
“Nigel Baker.” He extended a hand. “Miss Collins’s manager.”
Church pulled off the sunglasses and pumped his hand once. “Security.”
“Yes, yes. I could tell by your physique.”
He didn’t know if he should be amused or not.
Nigel glanced around like he was prepared for an ambush of paparazzi and stalkers. “We’re very glad you’re here. We’ve had…a few enthusiastic fans attempt to approach the set during filming in other locations.”
“That won’t happen here.”
The manager visibly relaxed. “Wonderful. Now, before I show you around the set and introduce you to Miss Collins, I just need to confirm one thing.” He checked the tablet he carried. “Where is your wife at the moment?”
Church’s brows drew together. “My what?”
“Your wife.” He looked up from the tablet. “She’ll need to remain with you while you’re on set.”
He turned the tablet around and tapped the screen to enlarge the text of a contract between Black Heart Security and the production company.
“The contract specifically states the security detail must be married. It’s part of the actor’s agreement with the studio. They’re very cautious about rumors forming between talent and security personnel.”
He blew air through his nostrils. “You’re telling me your insurance company requires a married bodyguard and their wife must accompany them to the set.”
“Exactly.” Nigel appeared to be relieved that Church understood.
“And if the security detail isn’t married?”
Nigel’s polite smile tightened. “Then technically you’re in violation of the contract and can face legal ramifications.”
Church stared at him for a moment. “I’ll be back.” He turned toward his truck.
Twenty minutes later when he walked into the training facility, he found Theo in the equipment locker unpacking a box of climbing gear.
Theo looked up. “That was quick. Movie set burn down?”
Across the space, Zee was unpacking another box and organizing items in a storage closet. She didn’t glance over her shoulder to acknowledge him, but he saw the line of her back stiffen slightly.
He removed his sunglasses. “There’s a problem.”
Theo dropped the pack of carabiners back into the box. “What kind of problem?”
“The kind where you apparently told the client you were sending a married security detail.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“That’s interesting, because it’s in the contract signed by Black Heart Security. I read it myself.”
“Dammit.” Theo dropped his gaze as if an answer to all their problems could be found on his worn Tony Lama boots. “The only married members of the security team are out on other jobs. Denver leaves tonight for a detail. You’re sure the bodyguard has to be married?”
“It’s in the contract. A clause that says security has to be married to avoid rumors about talent hooking up with the bodyguard.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
He shook his head. “Wish I was. Why don’t you and Juliette jump in the private jet and make a quick run to Vegas?”
Theo barked out a laugh. “You don’t know Juliette. When she plans our wedding, the royal families will all be in attendance.”
