The Perfect Hero (15 page)

‘I’m okay. I didn’t realise how chilly it was. There’s a bit of a breeze about, isn’t there?’

Without thinking, Adam took off his jacket. ‘Here,’ he said.

Kay turned to look at him. ‘Oh,’ she said, her face full of surprise. ‘I didn’t think men still did that.’

‘I do,’ he said, holding her eyes with his own for a wondrous moment.

‘Thank you,’ she said, shoving her arms quickly into his jacket and then returning her gaze to Oli.

How am I doing, Nana?
Adam said to himself with an inward sigh.

Chapter Eighteen

After what seemed like an age to the cast, the crew and the onlookers, the filming of the famous scene had begun. A huge blue mat had been set up under the Cobb and it was on to this that Beth Jenkins had to leap in her portrayal of Louisa Musgrove. The famous steps known as The Granny’s Teeth had been ruled out as far too dangerous by Teresa. The modern ones were far easier to negotiate in Regency costume and were sheltered too.

Gemma, who was on the Lower Cobb, was watching Beth and was counting her blessings that she didn’t have to perform the stunt.

‘Do you think she’ll really do it?’ Sophie whispered to her.

‘I don’t know,’ Gemma said. ‘She looks nervous to me.’

Everything else had been filmed; it was just the leap that they had to cover now and all eyes were turned to Beth who was standing on the top step with Captain Wentworth, Anne and Henrietta watching her from below.

‘Blimey! It’s a lot higher up than I imagined,’ Beth said with a little smile as she gazed down at the mattress that was to catch her.

‘Oh, come on, Beth!’ Sophie said. ‘You said it was a piece of cake.’

‘I didn’t say I couldn’t do it,’ Beth said, hands on her hips.

‘We have Kerry on standby, Beth,’ Teresa said, nodding to the stuntwoman who was hovering in the background.

‘I said I’m doing my own stunts,’ Beth said and everyone waited until she gave the nod before flinging herself from the Cobb with the words, ‘I am determined I will.’

For a few seconds, time seemed suspended and Beth seemed to be flying through the air for an age before landing in an ungainly heap on the blue mattress below. There was a huge round of applause from the rest of the cast and the crew. The onlookers, too, clapped like crazy and a few wolf whistles drowned out Beth’s initial cries.

‘She’s injured!’ somebody suddenly shouted.

‘Beth?’ Gemma ran towards her. ‘You okay?’

‘My ankle!’ she screamed. ‘My ankle!’

‘What’s wrong? What’s the matter?’ Teresa asked, rushing forward.

‘She twisted her ankle landing,’ Les Miserable said.

‘It HURTS!’ Beth cried, trying to stand.

‘Get her back to the B & B and we’ll get a doctor,’ Teresa said, looking around for help. ‘Adam?’

Adam ran to the mattress. ‘Put your arms round my neck,’ he said. ‘Can you stand?’

‘I don’t know,’ Beth said, wincing as she moved to walk.

‘Which ankle is it?’

‘My right one.’

Adam helped her off the mattress and on to firm ground again.

‘OUCH!’ Beth cried.

‘Okay,’ Adam said. ‘This isn’t going to work.’

‘Hold on there, guys,’ a voice said and everyone turned round as Oli stepped forward. ‘There’s only one way to get Louisa back to the B & B.’ And, with that, he swooped Beth up into his arms. There was a collective gasp from the crowd of onlookers and Beth couldn’t help but gasp too.

Gemma sighed inwardly and watched as he moved with ease through the crowds who were hollering for his autograph even though it was obvious that he didn’t have a free hand. Photos were taken as the tall, uniformed hero strode by and squeals of excitement filled the air like manic seagulls.

Gemma looked back at Teresa who was pacing up and down. ‘Did we get the shot?’

There was a nod from the cameraman.

‘Thank goodness for that,’ Teresa said. ‘Right, Gemma – we’ll need you for the Captain Benwick scene.’

Kay was running along the side of the harbour to get ahead of Oli’s arrival with Beth at the bed and breakfast. Her heart was hammering. She didn’t wish Beth ill but this was the most exciting thing to have happened! Oli looked like the perfect hero with Beth in his arms and she seemed to have cheered up the minute he’d swooped her up. There was a definite rosy tint in her cheeks and she’d somehow managed to position herself in such a way that her bosom was right under Oli’s nose.

Now, why couldn’t I have twisted my ankle?
Kay thought, quite sure that she wasn’t the only female in Lyme Regis that morning to have wished themselves harm in order to be in Beth’s position right now.

Kay hurried towards the front door, jamming the key in the lock and opening it just as Oli and Beth arrived.

‘Through here,’ Kay said, leading the way. ‘We’ll make a bed up for you in the living room. We don’t want you attempting those stairs.’

‘But I want Oli to take me to my bedroom,’ Beth said.

‘Kay’s right,’ Oli said. ‘You’re better off down here,’ he said, depositing her on the sofa.

‘Careful!’ Beth said. ‘I’m not a sack of spuds.’ Her face was crumpled up in resentment. ‘Take my shoes off, Oli, baby,’ she said.

Kay rolled her eyes. Beth was making the most of her predicament – as any woman would.

Dreading what would happen next, Kay left the scene in the living room and started rooting around in the freezer for the ice-cube tray, tipping them out into a thick plastic bag and bashing them with a rolling pin.

‘I must not think of Beth as I do this,’ Kay said to herself. ‘She’s my patient and I must be compassionate.’

Ice suitably crushed, Kay fastened the bag and found a clean tea towel to wrap it in.

‘Here we are,’ she said a moment later, placing the ice pack against Beth’s ankle.

‘Ouch!’ she screamed. ‘That’s cold.’

‘Of course it’s cold – it’s ice!’ Oli said with a laugh as he stood back to enjoy the proceedings.

‘Ice will bring the swelling down,’ Kay said.

‘Can’t I have a hot-water bottle instead? Or some vodka?’

‘I think ice is probably better for you,’ Kay said.

Beth clutched the ice pack and flung her head back against the cushions in dramatic resignation. ‘What I suffer for my art!’ she groaned.

‘It was one hell of a performance, though,’ Oli said. ‘It’ll go down in movie history.’

‘I’d better win a bloody BAFTA!’ Beth said and Oli and Kay grinned at each other.

There was a knock at the door and a voice in the hallway.

‘Hello? Everyone okay?’ It was Adam.

‘We’re in the living room,’ Kay called back.

Adam came through. ‘Anything I can do to help?’

‘I think it’s all been taken care of,’ Oli said and Beth smiled up at him from her position on the sofa.

‘Oli has been an absolute darling,’ Beth said. ‘You will stay with me, won’t you?’

‘I think I’m probably wanted back on the set,’ he said.

‘Oh!’

‘But I’ll be back later. I’ve promised to sit for Kay.’

‘What do you mean,
sit
?’

‘She’s going to do my portrait,’ Oli said, flashing a smile at Kay.

‘Really?’ Beth said, her voice sounding dark and threatening. ‘Why?’

‘Because our Kay is an artist,’ Oli said.

Kay loved the way he said ‘our Kay’ – it was as if she was part of the acting family – although she would have preferred ‘my Kay’.

‘Perhaps you’d prefer to do my portrait,’ Beth said. ‘I’ve been told I have very good cheekbones and it looks like I’ll be sitting around here doing nothing for a while.’

Kay bit her lip. ‘That’s very kind of you. Perhaps I could. After I’ve drawn Oli.’

Beth looked very put out by this, punching her fist into one of the cushions and then yelling at the ice pack again.

‘Poor darling,’ Oli said, walking towards the sofa and bending down to kiss her on the forehead.

‘Don’t go, Oli!’

‘Gotta go, babes.’

Oli left the room and Kay followed him down the hallway.

‘You were wonderful!’ she said, her voice sounding horribly breathy even to her own ears. ‘The way you carried her all that way.’

Oli shrugged and smiled that boyish smile of his. ‘You do what you have to do,’ he said. ‘Maybe it’s these clothes I’m wearing. Perhaps the spirit of Captain Wentworth entered me and I couldn’t help but be a hero.’

Kay beamed a smile at him. It was a magnificent thought.

‘I’ll see you tonight,’ he said, winking at her before leaving the bed and breakfast.

For a few moments, Kay stood in the hallway completely dumbstruck. He’d winked at her again. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Once might just be a tic but more than once had to mean that she was somebody special. Tonight couldn’t come fast enough now.

Turning round, she almost crashed into Adam. ‘I’ve just put the kettle on for Beth. She keeps on about a vodka but I thought a cup of tea might be better.’

‘Oh, that’s kind of you, Adam.’

‘Perhaps I could stay for one too?’ he said, eyebrows raising.

‘If you like,’ Kay said, dreamily walking towards the kitchen. ‘Shouldn’t you be doing something on the set?’

‘No, I’ve sorted things out there for the moment, thank goodness,’ he said. ‘In fact, I was wondering – if you’re not too busy . . .’

‘I’m afraid I’m terribly busy,’ Kay said, grabbing her hair and tying it up with a pink ponytail ring. ‘I’ve got so much to do before Oli comes back, I can’t think!’

‘Oh,’ Adam said.

‘Why?’

Adam shook his head. ‘It’s nothing. Don’t worry.’

Kay got a couple of mugs out of the cupboard and then remembered that Beth didn’t like mugs. She only liked cups in saucers.

‘And now I’m Beth-sitting too,’ she said. ‘Who would have thought that I’d have Beth Jenkins on my sofa?’

‘I don’t think many people would envy you that,’ Adam said.

‘Oh, she’s not so bad,’ Kay said. ‘As long as you give her lots of attention. How do you take your tea?’

‘Milk, no sugar, please.’

‘Sweet enough?’

Adam grinned. ‘You’ve noticed?’

‘I have and I think Gemma has too,’ Kay said with a naughty smile. She just couldn’t resist pushing things. ‘Have you seen her today?’

‘No,’ Adam said. ‘I mean, not to talk to. I’d just arrived on the set when Beth fell.’

‘Of course,’ Kay said. ‘Then you must go and talk to her.’

‘Why?’ Adam asked.

Kay looked up from pouring the milk into his mug. That was a very strange response, she thought. Surely he couldn’t wait to see her after their wonderful dinner.

‘She said she couldn’t wait to see you again,’ Kay said.

‘Did she?’ Adam said.

Kay swallowed. Actually, Gemma had said no such thing but a little fabrication here and there didn’t harm, did it? It would probably help things along very nicely.

‘She did,’ Kay said. ‘She told me what a perfect gentleman you were and that she was hoping to spend more time with you. Isn’t that nice?’

Adam’s eyebrows rose and there was a funny look in his eyes which seemed to suggest that he didn’t believe her. Kay decided to ignore it.

‘You know what your problem is, Adam?’ she continued.

‘No,’ he said, ‘but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.’

‘You don’t realise how sweet you are,’ Kay said. ‘And genuinely sweet men are in short supply.’

‘Right.’

‘Yes,’ Kay said, thinking about the men in her past and how every single one of them had ended up letting her down. Things always started so well and Kay – being a romantic – always believed that she’d found ‘the one’ only to be nursing a broken heart a few weeks later. ‘There are plenty of charming men out there. I’ve been charmed by most of them but that doesn’t last. Charm is temporary. It’s like a fancy suit you put on to wow your date with but it soon gets taken off and then you’re left with—’

‘What?’ Adam said, a little smile beginning at the corner of his mouth.

Kay cast her eyes to the ceiling. ‘You’re left with a hollow egg.’

Adam’s eyes narrowed. ‘A hollow egg?’

Kay nodded. ‘Like an Easter egg. It’s a wonderfully sweet concoction but it’s perfectly hollow inside.’

‘With a suit on?’

Kay looked flustered for a moment. ‘Oh, you know what I mean. Anyway, you’re not a fancy suit – or a hollow egg.’

‘I’m glad to hear it.’

‘You’re very sweet and you deserve to be happy,’ Kay said, pausing whilst she stirred the tea, wondering if she dared to say more but she handed him his mug of tea and quickly focused on making Beth’s instead.

‘You seem to think you know me so well,’ Adam said. ‘But there’s one important thing you’ve overlooked. Something you’re forgetting.’

‘What’s that?’ Kay asked.

‘You’re still wearing my jacket.’

‘Oh!’ Kay gasped. ‘I am!’ She laughed, taking the jacket off quickly and returning it to him. ‘You’re so sweet, Adam. Have I told you that?’

‘You have,’ he said.

‘Owwwwwwwch!’ came a sudden cry from the living room.

‘Ah, your patient calls,’ Adam said. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’ Kay smiled and grabbed the pretty china cup and saucer and headed towards her patient in double quick time.

Chapter Nineteen

Other than Beth’s topple from the Cobb, everything seemed to be going well that morning and Teresa was pleased with the scenes they’d shot. They were going to take a break for lunch and then move on to some interiors at Marlcombe Manor.

Even Gemma was happy with the way the morning’s shoot had gone. She’d been the only one not to fluff her lines and her new friend, Rob, had told her how brilliant she’d been. She turned round to look at him now as he helped pack up the equipment, his broad shoulders and strong arms straining under the weight.

‘Gemma!’ a voice shouted over and Gemma turned and saw a girl with a pretty face running along the Lower Cobb towards her, a notepad and pen in her hands. ‘Will you sign this for me?’

Gemma smiled. She hadn’t signed many autographs yet and was always surprised that anyone would value her loopy scrawl.

‘What’s your name?’ she asked the young girl.

‘Emily – but don’t put my name on it,’ she hurriedly added. ‘I’m going to sell it on eBay.’