Behind the Film Star's Smile. Kate Hardy

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      CHAPTER TWO

      AT HALF PAST seven the next morning, Jess was in the production office, running errands for Ayesha and sorting out all the things that needed to be done before rehearsals for the day started.

      It still didn’t feel real that she was meeting Luke McKenzie this morning.

      And she still wasn’t quite sure whether he was a genuinely nice guy who was struggling through a tough time, or arrogant, selfish and just playing Mr Nice Guy in order to get her to dog-sit for him.

      Either way, she needed her head examining. Spending a day with a dog was the last thing she needed.

      But at least today she was prepared. And she had every intention of making Luke McKenzie do some of the work.

      At twenty-five past eight, he turned up with the dog and several bags. ‘Morning, Ayesha. Morning, Jess,’ he said as he walked through the door.

      ‘Morning, Luke,’ Ayesha said.

      ‘Good morning, Luke,’ Jess echoed. ‘And hello to you, Baloo.’

      The dog wagged her tail madly and strained on her lead, pulling Luke along the length of the office to get to Jess, and then put her paws on Jess’s knee and licked her face.

      ‘Get down, you bad hound,’ Jess said, but her tone was very far from scolding.

      She’d missed this so much, having a dog around.

      But she knew she had to compartmentalise. This was a job.

      Three days.

      No bonding.

      ‘I’ve just ticked the last thing off your list. Is it OK for me to go and help train the dog for an hour or so, Ayesha?’ Jess asked.

      The production manager looked up from her desk. ‘Sure.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll have another list waiting when you get back.’

      ‘That’s fine,’ Jess said.

      Luke produced a box of expensive-looking chocolates and handed them to Ayesha. ‘Thank you for lending me your assistant. She’ll be back with you as soon as we start rehearsing.’

      Ayesha went pink with pleasure. ‘Dark chocolates. How lovely.’

      ‘I hope I remembered right?’ he checked.

      ‘Oh, you did—dark chocolate’s my absolute favourite.’ She smiled at him. ‘Thank you, Luke. See you both later.’

      A showy gesture from a movie star? Jess wondered. Or a heartfelt thanks, and he’d actually taken the trouble to remember the production manager’s tastes? Or maybe it was a mixture of the two, because people were never quite that simple.

      ‘Right. One bed, one water bowl, one food bowl, one doggy packed lunch, one non-squeaky bone to chew, one ball, one rope thing...’ Luke handed Jess the contents of the large bag, one by one.

      ‘What, did you buy up the whole pet shop?’ she asked, amused.

      ‘No. I stood in the doorway with Baloo and asked the assistant to get me stuff to keep a chocolate Labrador from chewing everything in sight. Oh, and I said it had to be stuff with no squeaks.’

      Jess looked at the assortment of toys on her desk and grinned. ‘I think you’ve just about got enough to keep her interested.’

      ‘I hope so,’ he said, sounding heartfelt. ‘So what are we doing this morning?’

      ‘We need a quiet corner to work in. No distractions for Madam, here,’ Jess said, unable to resist scratching the dog behind her ears. Baloo closed her eyes in bliss.

      ‘A quiet corner. Let me think for a second. OK.’ Luke took them to a bit of the set Jess hadn’t been to while running errands the previous day.

      ‘The very basics are “sit” and “stay”. I’d guess that Baloo’s never been trained at all, so it might take her a while to pick it up,’ Jess warned. ‘Baloo, sit.’

      The dog glanced at her blankly.

      Jess gently stroked down the dog’s back. ‘Baloo, sit.’

      The dog sat; Jess gave her a piece of chopped liver from her pocket and the dog wolfed it down before licking her hand in gratitude.

      ‘Dog treats?’ Luke guessed.

      ‘Cooked chopped liver,’ Jess enlightened him.

      ‘And you keep it in your pocket?’ Luke looked horrified.

      ‘In a Ziplock bag. But, yes—if I left it all within her reach she’d scoff the lot within seconds and I wouldn’t have any training treats left,’ she pointed out.

      He eyed her curiously. ‘You’ve done this before, haven’t you?’

      There was no point in lying. ‘Yes.’

      ‘So, if you can train dogs, why are you working as a temporary production assistant?’

      Because I can’t handle doing my old job.

      ‘It’s a job.’ Jess shrugged. And, to stop him asking any further questions, she said, ‘Right, your turn.’

      It took him a couple of goes, but Baloo sat for him.

      ‘Now the treat.’ Jess offered him the bag. Was he going to be all prissy about it and refuse to get his precious movie star fingers dirty?

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