Kate Hardy - Behind the Film Star's Smile

He laughed. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say my aunt called you and recruited you to her campaign to get me a dog.’

‘She adores you.’

‘Because I’m her favourite nephew. Yeah, yeah.’

‘I meant the dog adores you.’ Jess couldn’t help laughing. ‘You’re that used to people adoring you?’

‘My aunt, yes.’

Interesting that he’d mentioned his aunt rather than his parents or grandparents. So did that mean he was closer to his aunt than to any other relative? Had he lost his parents young, maybe?

Not that it was any of her business. She was simply looking after his dog for three days, not becoming his best friend or anything even close to it. She needed to back off. Now. ‘I, um, guess I’d better let you and Baloo get on,’ she said. ‘See you tomorrow.’

‘OK. Want me to make you a cup of tea before I go?’ he asked.

Ayesha coughed. ‘How come you’ve managed to snag yourself a personal tea boy, Jess?’

Luke grinned. ‘If I remember rightly, Ayesha, you hate tea and only drink espresso. Stronger than anyone else I know can take it, and that includes the Italians.’

‘Actors and their memories. I swear they have elephant genes,’ Ayesha teased.

‘Well, there has to be some benefit to learning lines,’ Luke said with a wink.

‘Jess, you can go now, if you like,’ Ayesha said. ‘I’ll finish up here.’

‘Sure?’ Jess asked.

‘Sure,’ Ayesha confirmed.

And somehow Jess found herself walking out of the office with Luke McKenzie.

‘Can I take you for a drink to say thank you?’ he asked.

Now she knew he was being polite. And she’d be polite back. ‘Thanks, but no. I have a standing date on Tuesday evenings.’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘With my sister, my best friend and a pizza.’ And why had she felt the need to explain that? she wondered, cross with herself. He wouldn’t be interested. He was a movie star, for pity’s sake, not a normal everyday guy.

‘Enjoy,’ he said. ‘Maybe we can take a rain check on that drink.’

A permanent rain check, she thought. So they’d never actually go. ‘Sure.’

‘Seriously. Baloo and I owe you.’

A mad idea floated into her head. ‘If you really want to say thank you, you could give me two signed photos.’

He looked taken aback. ‘Two signed photos?’

What, did he think she meant to sell them on eBay or something? ‘For my sister and my best friend,’ she explained. ‘It’d make their day. They drag me off to see all your films.’

He grinned. ‘Under duress, would that be?’

She winced. ‘Sorry, that came out wrong. I like your films, too.’

‘But rom-coms aren’t your thing?’

‘I like them,’ she said, trying to be polite.

‘But?’

‘But I prefer action films,’ she confessed. ‘Especially sci-fi. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.’

He laughed. ‘No, it’s refreshing. It’s nice to have someone being honest instead of telling me that they’ve seen all my films twenty times and I’m the best actor in the world—which I know I’m not. Of course I’ll give you a signed photo for your sister and your best friend. It’s the least I can do. Come back with me and Baloo to my trailer and I’ll get them now.’

‘You have a trailer? And one of those chairs with your name on it?’ She felt her eyes widen. Luke McKenzie was a huge international star, and he’d made her feel so at ease that she’d actually forgotten that.

He laughed again. ‘Don’t be expecting a huge palace with gold-plated taps or what have you. It’s just an ordinary caravan. Somewhere to have some space to myself.’ He scratched the top of the dog’s head. ‘Which Madam here would chew up in a matter of seconds if I left her there.’

Baloo just gave him an innocent look.

Jess followed him back to the trailer. As he’d said, it was just a caravan, a place where he could make himself a drink and chill out. It was also incredibly tidy; either he was a neat freak, or one of the runners had to tidy it up for him every day. There was a dog cage, she noticed; obviously the one he’d talked about yesterday, from which the dog had escaped.

‘Photos. OK. Give me a second.’ He rummaged in a drawer and brought out two photographs and cardboard envelopes. ‘Who do I sign them to?’

‘Carly—she’s my sister—and Shannon, my best friend, please.’

He took out a pen, signed the photographs with a flourish, and put them neatly in the envelopes.

‘Thank you.’ She smiled. ‘You’ll probably hear the shrieks of joy all the way across London when I hand them over tonight.’

‘Pleasure.’ He rubbed the dog’s ears. ‘Right, you. Home for dinner. And don’t keep me awake tonight with your snoring.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘I had no idea that dogs snored. Or that they were pillow hogs.’

‘Oh, they snore, all right. And they’ll sneak onto the sofa between you if they think they can get away with it.’

He glanced at her left hand, and she realised what she’d just let slip. Cross with herself, she lapsed into silence.

* * *

It sounded very much to Luke as if Jess Greenacre had once had a dog, but didn’t have one any more. And she’d also clearly been in a relationship, though she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

So what had happened?

Had it been a bad break-up and her ex-partner had claimed custody of their dog? Was that why she’d been reluctant to look after Baloo, because it brought back memories of a dog she missed very badly?

She clearly didn’t want to talk about it because she’d gone quiet on him and the laughter had gone from her green eyes.

Luke was shocked to realise that he wanted to make her smile again. Which was crazy; he didn’t plan to get involved with anyone, ever again. Fleur had put him off relationships for life. Picking up the pieces when things went wrong was hard enough; to have to do it in the full glare of the media spotlight had been a nightmare.

But he couldn’t leave it like this, with things so awkward between him and Jess. The best way he could think of to break the ice again was to ham it up. Entertain her. ‘And she raided my shoe rack. She had one of every single pair in her bed yesterday, didn’t you, Madam?’

The dog glanced up at him and looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

Jess reached over to rub the top of the dog’s head. ‘That explains a lot.’

‘Does it?’ Luke was mystified.

‘I think I can tell you her history now,’ Jess said. ‘She was left home alone a lot. Her owners probably weren’t used to dogs and either didn’t know how to train her or just couldn’t make the time.’ For a second, she looked angry—on Baloo’s behalf, Luke thought. ‘If they’d looked on the Internet, they could’ve found tips to help. Leaving the radio on, putting a blanket or an old towel in the laundry basket overnight and then putting it on her bed so it smelled of them and made her feel less alone, or giving her a special toy to distract her.’

Luke wouldn’t have had a clue about any of that.

‘She probably chewed the place down from a mixture of boredom and anxiety.’ She sighed. ‘Some people just shouldn’t have dogs.’

Including me, Luke thought.

‘She’s really worried about being left alone, now, and she’s going to need separation training.’

‘That’s what you said before. Is that difficult?’ Stupid question. Especially as it would probably make Jess think that he wanted to learn how to do it so he could keep the dog himself. Which he couldn’t.

‘Not so much difficult as the fact that it takes time,’ she said.

‘Which I don’t have.’ He grimaced. ‘Without you, we’d be totally stuck. And it’s a relief not to have someone complaining about her all the time.’