did her best to stifle a giggle.
Les grabbed the coffee pot and started pouring. ‘Looks like it might rain,’ he said in a voice that reminded Kay of a rainy grey morning.
‘Forecast isn’t good,’ Teresa agreed. ‘We might have to do the Uppercross scenes instead.’
Gemma, who was just walking into the room, suddenly looked startled. ‘The Uppercross scenes?’
‘Unless the rain holds off and we can shoot some of the Cobb stuff,’ Teresa said.
Kay watched as Gemma pulled out a chair and sat down. She didn’t look happy.
‘Good morning!’ A bright voice filled the room and Kay looked up to see Oli striding into the dining room, his smile filling his face. It was all Kay could do not to tip Sophie’s juice into her lap. ‘How are we all this morning?’
‘God, Oli!’ Beth said. ‘How can you be so unrelentingly joyous? And how did you escape without a hangover? I saw the amount you put away last night.’
Oli grabbed a piece of toast from the centre of the table and started spreading it thickly with yellow butter. ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, my poppet,’ he said, taking a big mouthful and munching happily. ‘I hardly touched a drop.’
Beth shook her head and returned to her cereal in disgust.
‘I did warn you all,’ Teresa said. ‘I said one drink, didn’t I?’
Kay grinned at the conversation but her eyes hadn’t left Oli’s face. As she fussed around making sure everyone had what they needed, her eyes kept flicking back to him and she recalled the films that she’d swooned over in the past. It had been the adaptation of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities when he’d first caught her eye. He’d played Sydney Carton and Kay had cried her eyes out when he’d sacrificed his life for the woman he loved.
There’d followed some rather awful romantic comedies where he’d played vacuous heroes who always got the girl. Still, he’d been very cute and his audience had swelled. Then the temptation of Hollywood had beckoned and he’d been cast as the wife stealer in a film called – unsurprisingly – The Wife Stealer . It had been dreadful. The only redeeming thing about it had been the near-nude scene and the press that had followed. Many a still from the film had been published in the tabloids and Kay had to admit that it had brightened up a few dreary lunch hours.
Looking at him now, she tried not to think about the near-nude scene and the length of his bronzed back and his tight firm . . .
‘I’ll get some more toast,’ she blurted, causing everyone to turn and look at her.
‘You all right, Kay?’ Sophie asked. ‘You look all flushed.’
‘I’m fine,’ Kay said, hurrying from the room as quickly as she could.
She must not fall in love with him. She must not fall in love with him. Handsome men were bad news. How many times had she had her heart broken? She didn’t like to think about the number of handsome men who’d won her heart and then stepped all over it. She hadn’t come to Lyme Regis just to repeat her past. She was going to throw herself into her work and make a go of her new business, and focus on her illustrations too. She did not need a man in her life.
But, as soon as she returned to the dining room with a pot of tea and more toast, she knew it was too late and, when Oli looked up and beamed a smile at her, she knew that she was totally smitten.
Chapter Ten
Gemma couldn’t believe that they might be shooting the Uppercross scenes that day. She’d thought they were doing the ones on the Cobb. She was ready for the Cobb.
How could film companies do that? It seemed perverse to her – like reading a book out of sequence. Of course, she knew what it was all about – making the most of the weather conditions and making sure the locations worked for you but, for actors, it was always difficult. Take her first job on Into the Night for example. She’d arrived on set that first day and had had to shoot the final scene. It was a
Les grabbed the coffee pot and started pouring. ‘Looks like it might rain,’ he said in a voice that reminded Kay of a rainy grey morning.
‘Forecast isn’t good,’ Teresa agreed. ‘We might have to do the Uppercross scenes instead.’
Gemma, who was just walking into the room, suddenly looked startled. ‘The Uppercross scenes?’
‘Unless the rain holds off and we can shoot some of the Cobb stuff,’ Teresa said.
Kay watched as Gemma pulled out a chair and sat down. She didn’t look happy.
‘Good morning!’ A bright voice filled the room and Kay looked up to see Oli striding into the dining room, his smile filling his face. It was all Kay could do not to tip Sophie’s juice into her lap. ‘How are we all this morning?’
‘God, Oli!’ Beth said. ‘How can you be so unrelentingly joyous? And how did you escape without a hangover? I saw the amount you put away last night.’
Oli grabbed a piece of toast from the centre of the table and started spreading it thickly with yellow butter. ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, my poppet,’ he said, taking a big mouthful and munching happily. ‘I hardly touched a drop.’
Beth shook her head and returned to her cereal in disgust.
‘I did warn you all,’ Teresa said. ‘I said one drink, didn’t I?’
Kay grinned at the conversation but her eyes hadn’t left Oli’s face. As she fussed around making sure everyone had what they needed, her eyes kept flicking back to him and she recalled the films that she’d swooned over in the past. It had been the adaptation of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities when he’d first caught her eye. He’d played Sydney Carton and Kay had cried her eyes out when he’d sacrificed his life for the woman he loved.
There’d followed some rather awful romantic comedies where he’d played vacuous heroes who always got the girl. Still, he’d been very cute and his audience had swelled. Then the temptation of Hollywood had beckoned and he’d been cast as the wife stealer in a film called – unsurprisingly – The Wife Stealer . It had been dreadful. The only redeeming thing about it had been the near-nude scene and the press that had followed. Many a still from the film had been published in the tabloids and Kay had to admit that it had brightened up a few dreary lunch hours.
Looking at him now, she tried not to think about the near-nude scene and the length of his bronzed back and his tight firm . . .
‘I’ll get some more toast,’ she blurted, causing everyone to turn and look at her.
‘You all right, Kay?’ Sophie asked. ‘You look all flushed.’
‘I’m fine,’ Kay said, hurrying from the room as quickly as she could.
She must not fall in love with him. She must not fall in love with him. Handsome men were bad news. How many times had she had her heart broken? She didn’t like to think about the number of handsome men who’d won her heart and then stepped all over it. She hadn’t come to Lyme Regis just to repeat her past. She was going to throw herself into her work and make a go of her new business, and focus on her illustrations too. She did not need a man in her life.
But, as soon as she returned to the dining room with a pot of tea and more toast, she knew it was too late and, when Oli looked up and beamed a smile at her, she knew that she was totally smitten.
Chapter Ten
Gemma couldn’t believe that they might be shooting the Uppercross scenes that day. She’d thought they were doing the ones on the Cobb. She was ready for the Cobb.
How could film companies do that? It seemed perverse to her – like reading a book out of sequence. Of course, she knew what it was all about – making the most of the weather conditions and making sure the locations worked for you but, for actors, it was always difficult. Take her first job on Into the Night for example. She’d arrived on set that first day and had had to shoot the final scene. It was a
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