The A-List Collection. Victoria Fox

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       ‘Well, anyway,’ she said. ‘You can forget it.’

       Her defiance made him smile. Seeing this, she laughed a little. It was a clean, honest sound, he thought, straight as water.

       He kept trying to glimpse her as they walked. Her hair was the colour of autumn, a fire at the corners of his vision. Her eyes were green, but darker in recent months, and there was something resilient about her stare, a belief that refused to be crushed.

       When they reached the trailer park she stopped. He didn’t want to let her go, not back to that trailer and whatever was waiting for her there. But he didn’t know what to say to stop her. This was bigger than he was.

       ‘Thanks,’ she said, lifting the books from him.

       He fumbled for words, knowing that whatever came out would be laced in pity. ‘You live here?’ he said at last.

       Her gaze hardened. ‘Why? Not everyone can afford to live in a house like yours. ‘

       Chastened, he went to apologise. Laura got there first.

       ‘I’m sorry,’ she said quickly. ‘I didn’t mean that. I shouldn’t have said that.’

       ‘It’s OK.’

       ‘It’s not.’

       A beat. ‘Yes, it is.’

       She bent her head to the books and grazed the lip of one with hers. ‘I should go.’

       ‘Sure.’

       There was a moment’s pause, before she gave him a brief, brave smile. It squeezed his heart. ‘See you at school.’

       He watched her for a long while, picking her way across the scratched-out land towards her brother’s trailer.

       Eventually she disappeared from sight.

       ‘If he touches her again,’ Robbie Lewis vowed, ‘God help me, I’ll kill him.’

PART TWO

       Winter

23

       Los Angeles

      Chloe French touched down at LAX looking like she’d just stepped out on to a catwalk, not like she’d just spent seven hours on a plane. Her trademark hair hung dark and loose, and she wore a black blazer-style jacket, grey leggings and thigh-high boots teamed with chunky gold jewellery.

      She was greeted by a swarming crowd of British paparazzi.

      ‘Chloe, how does it feel to be in LA?’

      ‘Is it true you’re shooting a film out here? Can you tell us anything about that?’

      Giving a series of succinct answers, having been briefed in militant detail by Melissa, she anxiously scanned Arrivals for her name. When she spotted it she was excited to see the man holding her card was a blond, blue-eyed beefcake with the kind of caramel skin you only found in California. It was too cute.

      ‘Hi!’ she said, extending her hand. ‘I’m Chloe.’

      ‘Gawd, sorry!’ he drawled. ‘I didn’t recognise you. Have you changed your hair?’

      Chloe patted it self-consciously. ‘Um … not in about six years.’

      ‘Anyway, whatever, sweetie, we found each other. I’m Brock Wilde for LA Scout–Melissa must’ve told you about me.’ His face split into a grin and his teeth were so dazzling she thought about putting her Ray-Bans back on. How did he get them so straight?

      They exited the airport and stepped out into the November sunshine. Wow, it was hot. Heading for his parked Ford Mustang, Chloe saw that on the back window was a sticker that read watch the rear.

      It turned out Brock’s teeth were the only straight thing about him.

      ‘Let’s get down to business,’ he announced, brushing a stray lock of corn-coloured hair from his eyes and waggling a finger at her. ‘Your road to superstardom starts right here, honey, and I’m the one that’s going to make it happen. In a year’s time you’ll remember it was me who got you started in this town and you are never gonna forget it.’ He pulled open the driver’s side. ‘But this morning I got a taste in my mouth like a dog took a crap in there and I’m working a schedule the size of my ass. That means no hanging around. Got it?’ He slammed the door.

      Chloe stood, half expecting him to drive off. Then she heaved her suitcase into the boot and slipped in next to him, trying to keep up. ‘Got it,’ she said with as assured a smile as she could muster.

      They headed out on to the freeway towards Venice. Brock drove like a maniac, undertaking and yapping insults whenever anyone picked him up on it.

      ‘You met Sam Lucas before?’ he asked, wildly dodging a yellow Lamborghini, a marvellously handsome black man at the wheel. ‘Hello,’ whistled Brock as he caught sight of him.

      Chloe shook her head and gripped the seatbelt. ‘No, actually, I—’

      ‘You will,’ he cut in. Then he laughed knowingly. ‘You will.’

      ‘What does that mean?’ she asked, worried. She’d heard horror stories from actresses starting out in Hollywood, but that didn’t mean Sam Lucas expected more from her than the job he’d hired her for … did he?

      ‘Well,’ said Brock, giving her a sideways look, ‘he was very particular about you.’

      She narrowed her eyes. ‘He saw Sophie in me, right?’

      ‘Chuh! And the rest.’ He smacked the radio and the Pussycat Dolls filled the car. ‘Don’t get me wrong, darling, Sam Lucas is a genius. He is also a sexy man; a powerful man. If I had tits he’d be over me like a rash, and let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t be complaining. Hope your boyfriend’s not the jealous type.’

      Chloe smiled as she thought of Nate. There’d never been need for jealousy between them.

      Brock was singing along in an impressive falsetto.

      ‘Well,’ she said with a confidence she didn’t feel, ‘he’ll not be getting his rash on anywhere near me.’ She flipped down the sunshield and checked her reflection. On Melissa’s advice she had gone natural, just a slick of nude lipstick, gloss and СКАЧАТЬ