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by Suzy K Quinn

  ‘Too protective,’ says Leo. ‘What were you telling me the other day? That he doesn’t like you leaving the house. Let alone working.’

  ‘He may not like it,’ I say. ‘But I’m my own person. And if I want to work then I will.’

  ‘I think it’s sweet,’ says Ruby. ‘The way he picks you up every day. And makes sure you’re drinking enough water. And that special chair he bought you for between scenes.’

  Baz shakes his head. ‘Horrible when you lose one of the boys to the other side. Marc used to be my right-hand man. But I can admit defeat. You’ve got him Sophia. Right under your thumb.’

  ‘He’s not under my thumb,’ I say.

  ‘Oh no?’ Baz raises an eyebrow. ‘The Marc I knew would never be running around after a woman.’

  ‘That’s not true,’ I say. ‘He’s always looked after Denise. And his sister.’

  ‘That’s different. They’re his family. I’m just saying you’ve changed him, that’s all. He’s a new man now. Not at all like he was before. When I knew him …’ Baz lets those words hang in the air for a moment. ‘Right. Better get the costume on. I’ll tell you what – that chain mail is a bugger around the bollock-region. I’ve got saddle sore like you wouldn’t believe. I’ll be glad not to wear it any more.’

  He swaggers off towards Sigourney’s dressing room and knocks on the door. ‘Lover boy here,’ he says, grinning at us. ‘Want to share a dressing room?’

  ‘Fuck off,’ Sigourney shouts.

  Baz sighs. ‘Great. She really is going to keep this up all day.’

  70

  When we finish shooting the last scene, there are cheers and the crew let off party poppers.

  Nadia open bottles of champagne and fills glasses.

  ‘Don’t get too drunk now,’ she warns us. ‘The party will be ready in an hour. I want you to save yourselves.’

  ‘Nadia, I need to ask Marc about the party,’ I say. ‘He’s really protective right now. He might not think it’s a good idea.’

  ‘What is he? Your husband or your father?’ Nadia scoffs. ‘Sophia. You are a grown woman. Do you want to join us for the party?’

  ‘Of course I do. I’d love to say goodbye to everyone properly, but—’

  ‘Then there’s no problem. You stay here with us. Eat some food. Have a glass of champagne. Say goodbye. We can’t have the end-of-movie party without our leading lady now, can we?’ She puts an arm around my shoulder. ‘But hey – why don’t you invite Marc along? Then he can feel like he’s looking after you. Nearest and dearest are all welcome.’

  ‘Excellent!’ says Leo, swaggering towards us. ‘Because I’ve already invited Jen. Listen princess. You tell Mr Blackwell you’re partying with the crew. And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll have Baz to deal with.’

  Baz laughs. ‘Me? Deal with Marc? You’re having a laugh aren’t you? He’d deal with me and you both.’

  Around us, caterers arrive and set up long tables of food and drink.

  ‘So!’ Nadia claps her hands together. ‘I thought, since the set looks like some big, beautiful castle today, we’d have a medieval banquet. Chicken. Bread. Beer. Red wine. What do you think?’

  ‘Sounds great,’ says Baz. ‘When can we start drinking?’

  As the party is being set up, I head out to the car park.

  Marc’s Aston Martin is waiting.

  When he sees me, he climbs out of the car. ‘Sophia. How are you feeling? Are you tired?’

  ‘I’m fine. But listen – I was wondering. Nadia’s throwing a party and I think we should go to it. I won’t see these people again for months. And we’re all so happy to have finished.’

  ‘Sophia—’

  ‘Please Marc – let’s not fight over this. Let’s go to the party together. And leave early together.’

  Marc’s frown softens. ‘Fine. I suppose that, as of today, I get to keep you under lock and key until the baby comes.’

  ‘Lock and key?’

  ‘A figure of speech.’

  ‘Interesting choice of words. Do you have any locks and keys at home?’

  Marc raises an eyebrow. ‘I just might.’ He puts a hand to my stomach. ‘Any more kicking?’

  ‘Plenty. But I think the baby is sleeping now. And growing. I feel I’m getting bigger by the second. I’m enormous.’ I put my hand over Marc’s on my stomach.

  ‘You look beautiful,’ he says.

  The baby kicks against our hands and we both laugh.

  ‘Are you trying to tell Mummy and Daddy something?’ I ask.

  ‘For certain,’ says Marc. ‘Our baby is hearing Daddy trying to look after Mummy, and telling Mummy not to be so headstrong.’ He puts an arm around my shoulder. ‘Let’s go to the party.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  ‘Baz will be there, I take it?’

  ‘Of course. Is that a problem?’

  ‘No problem.’

  ‘Baz was saying something earlier,’ I say. ‘About you being a different person when you and he were friends.’

  ‘I was a different person. Someone I’m glad you never met.’

  ‘But I did meet that person,’ I say. ‘I met him when I started Ivy College. And I loved him.’

  ‘No, you didn’t meet him,’ says Marc, his blue eyes clear and beautiful. ‘I changed when I met you. And I don’t ever want you to meet the man I was before. I was cold, angry and violent.’

  ‘Violent?’

  ‘Forget I said that.’

  71

  When Marc and I arrive back on set, the party is all set up and everyone is drinking, eating and laughing.

  Spanish music plays and a big paella steams in the corner by a stack of hay bales.

  ‘I thought it was supposed to be medieval?’ I say, as Nadia half fills my glass with red wine.

  ‘Sorree,’ she replies. ‘I always bring a little Spanish. No matter what the theme. You sure you only want half a glass?’

  ‘Half is plenty,’ I say, rubbing my pregnant stomach.

  ‘Marc?’ Nadia waves the bottle at him.

  ‘Not right now. Thank you.’

  I feel someone tap my shoulder.

  ‘Jen!’ I shriek, seeing her behind me.

  Her shiny blonde hair is straight and sleek as usual, and she’s wearing a structured cream dress with black piping.

  ‘Babes!’ She throws her arms around me, then holds me back and stares. ‘I can’t believe it. You’re even bigger than last week. How is that possible?’

  ‘Babies have a habit of growing.’

  ‘Yours certainly does. It’s going to be huge.’

  ‘God, don’t say that. I’m worried enough about the birth as it is.’

  ‘About that. I’ve been looking into this great hypnosis stuff. I’ll tell you all about it.’

  ‘Not before you say hi to your fiancé,’ says Leo, sidling up to us and putting an arm around Jen’s shoulder. ‘Hello there beautiful.’

  He pulls Jen to him and gives her a long, slow kiss.

  From across the room, Sigourney shouts, ‘Get a room!’

  Jen frowns. ‘Sigourney had better watch it.’

  ‘Don’t pay any attention,’ says Leo. ‘It’s what she wants. Just ignore her. Come on. You need a glass of wine.’

  ‘No. I need a bottle of wine. And even that might not calm me down.’

  ‘Come on my beautiful bride-to-be,’ says Leo. ‘She’s just not worth it.’

  As the night wears on, Sigourney gets more and more drunk.

  I can’t help watching her. Nor can most of the room. She’s a walking car crash.

  First, she slurs her words. Then she shouts and sings. Finally, she throws her arms around the cameramen, telling them how sexy they are – much to Baz’s annoyance.

  When Sigourney starts slow dancing with a sound man, Baz comes storming over to us.

  ‘I should just call it a day,’ he says, downing beer from a metal tankard. ‘I mean, how much can one man take? She’s just not worth the aggro.’
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br />   ‘Then why don’t you?’ asks Marc. ‘There are plenty more women out there.’

  Baz sighs. ‘Why do I always like the crazy ones?’

  ‘She’s nowhere near as crazy with you as she was with me,’ says Leo. ‘Maybe you guys can really make it work.’

  ‘Blimey, how crazy was she with you then?’ says Baz, watching Sigourney grope the sound man’s behind.

  ‘Totally crazy. Believe me, you don’t want to know.’

  ‘Lucky you’ve found me now,’ says Jen with a winning smile. ‘I’m totally sane.’

  ‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ says Leo.

  ‘Hey!’ Jen swats his arm. ‘I’m going for a makeup check, okay? You can talk about your ex-girlfriend while I’m gone, because I really do not want to know. Back in a sec.’

  ‘Yeah right,’ says Leo. ‘You’re doing your makeup? It won’t be a sec. It’ll be ten minutes.’

  ‘You know me so well.’

  ‘So what’s happening with you and Sigourney now?’ I ask Baz.

  ‘I fucking love her, don’t I?’

  Marc raises an eyebrow. ‘Then you’re in trouble.’

  ‘Fuck off Marc. Who are you to judge Sigourney? You married a student from your university.’

  ‘Sigourney’s bad news. You know it. And I know it. And for the record, I never wanted anything to do with Sophia while she was my student. But what happened happened. And I spend every day feeling thankful that it did.’

  ‘Lucky you,’ Baz downs the rest of his pint and slams the tankard on a fold-out table. ‘Mr Marc Blackwell, so holier than thou. You forget I know all about you. All about you. God help Sophia when she finds out the truth. What do you reckon Marc? How about I tell her right now?’

  ‘I don’t like where this conversation is headed,’ says Marc.

  ‘Does she know why she saw you on set a few months back? But you told her you weren’t there?’

  Marc’s blue eyes darken. ‘I’m warning you Baz. Say anything to upset my pregnant wife and you’ll regret it.’

  ‘Are you threatening me?’

  ‘No.’ Marc’s eyes are cold and hard. ‘I’m making a promise.’

  72

  The look in Marc’s eyes scares me, and I remember what Baz said before, about Marc being lethal. That’s a pretty good description of the way he looks right now.

  What is going on? What is Baz talking about? So Marc was on set?

  ‘Hey.’ Baz slaps Marc on the arm. ‘Come on. This is stupid. What are we fighting for?’

  ‘You tell me,’ Marc growls.

  ‘Look, Sigourney is driving me crazy. And the fact you banged her once …’ Baz shrugs his big shoulders. ‘I can’t stand it. Actually can’t stand the thought of it. She’s always bloody asking about you too. I don’t know if it’s just to mess with my head or what.’

  ‘I’m telling you,’ says Marc. ‘The girl’s bad news. Don’t shoot the messenger.’

  ‘You’re right.’ Baz spies a waiter with a tray of red wine. ‘Have you got any beer mate?’

  The waiter looks startled. ‘Um … beer?’

  ‘Beer. You know. Brown stuff. Pint of.’ Baz grabs his empty tankard and plonks it on the tray. ‘There’s a good lad.’

  The waiter nods and hurries away.

  ‘Look at her.’ Baz nods at Sigourney, who’s grinding her hips against a sound man and laughing. ‘She’s so fucking beautiful. Why does she have to be such a head case? Why can’t I fall for a nice one?’

  Marc’s lips quirk into a tiny smile. ‘That’s just not you Baz. You need a fixer upper. Always have.’

  Sigourney sees Baz watching her and saunters towards him, her slim hips swaying.

  ‘Talking about me?’ she slurs.

  ‘Yep,’ says Baz. ‘So what – you want to go home with the sound man? Because if you do, I’m telling you, it’s over.’

  ‘If you bothered to pay me attention, I wouldn’t have to go find it elsewhere.’

  ‘You want to find it elsewhere?’ Baz growls.

  ‘Oh, so you’re jealous now?’ Sigourney’s eyes narrow. ‘Too little, too late. I told you to pick me up this morning. But you were too busy.’

  ‘Christ Sigourney – my mum had a hospital appointment—’

  ‘Whatever. There’s always an excuse. Now when I was with Leo here …’ Sigourney walks up to Leo and slides her long fingers into his blond hair. ‘He paid me attention.’

  ‘Come on Sigourney.’ Leo grabs her wrist. ‘You’re drunk. Haven’t you made enough of a show already?’

  ‘You want a show, Leo Falkirk? Because I can give you a show.’

  ‘No thanks,’ says Leo.

  Sigourney’s eyes narrow. ‘Well screw you then!’ She pushes him away.

  ‘Hey!’

  Jen appears from nowhere and slaps Sigourney hard round the face.

  The slapping sound rings around the set, and everyone turns to stare.

  ‘Oh!’ Sigourney gasps, putting a hand to her reddening cheek. ‘You fucking bitch!’

  She tries to pull Jen’s hair, but Jen grabs her wrists.

  ‘I’ll take you down,’ Jen shouts. ‘Don’t think I won’t! Just because you’re taller than me doesn’t mean—’

  ‘Hey,’ says Leo. ‘Let’s just cool it, okay?’

  He tries to step between them, but Baz grabs his shoulder.

  ‘Don’t you fucking touch her,’ Baz aims a punch at Leo’s jaw, but Marc grabs Baz’s fist.

  ‘Don’t,’ says Marc.

  Baz turns to Marc, furious. ‘Out of the way Marky boy. I won’t let a man touch my girl.’

  ‘He’s stopping Sigourney making a fool of herself,’ Marc growls. ‘Now back off.’

  ‘No, YOU back off,’ Baz yells. ‘Or I’ll tell Sophia what you’re hiding. Every fucking bit of it.’

  I see Marc’s fingers tighten on Baz’s fist.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ says Baz. ‘Cat got your tongue?’

  ‘Calm yourself down. Take Sigourney home.’

  ‘Don’t you hurt Baz!’ Sigourney screams. ‘Don’t you dare hurt him!’

  Baz looks as bewildered as everyone else.

  ‘What do you care?’ Baz says. ‘You were ready to take the sound man home five minutes ago.’

  ‘I do fucking care,’ says Sigourney. ‘That’s the whole problem isn’t it? Don’t you get it?’

  Baz laughs. ‘Not really.’

  Sigourney pulls Baz away from Marc. ‘Come on. Let’s get a taxi back to your place. I’ll give you the most amazing blow job—’

  ‘No you won’t. You’ll get in my bed and fall asleep. And in the morning I’m taking you to AA. And maybe we can make a go of this.’ Baz slings Sigourney’s arm around his shoulder and half carries, half drags her away.

  Everyone is watching them, but I’m watching Marc.

  I feel sick to my stomach.

  What does Baz know that I don’t? What secret is Marc hiding from me, his pregnant wife? How can Baz know something I don’t? And why was Marc on set and then lied about it?

  ‘Sophia—’ Marc’s arm comes around my shoulder.

  I shake it off. ‘We need to talk.’

  Marc frowns. ‘Not here.’

  ‘Then let’s go home.’

  ‘Agreed.’

  As we say out goodbyes, Nadia comes hurrying over.

  ‘Sophia! You’re leaving already? You didn’t even try the paella.’

  ‘Um … sorry,’ I mutter. ‘Marc and I have things we need to talk about.’

  ‘Everything okay?’ Nadia asks.

  ‘Fine,’ says Marc curtly.

  ‘And you Sophia?’ Nadia asks. ‘How are you feeling?’

  I give her a tired smile.

  ‘That good huh?’ Nadia puts a hand on my shoulder. ‘So listen – Marc you take care of her all right? And send me pictures of the baby.’

  ‘I always take care of her.’

  ‘And Sophia – anything you need, just call me okay? I want to know baby news. And any o
ther news.’ She looks at me meaningfully. ‘Listen – take some paella. Please.’ She waves at a waiter. ‘Box some of this up for Sophia and Marc. They haven’t even tried it yet.’

  ‘Thanks Nadia.’

  ‘Listen, I’m serious you know. Anytime you need to talk. Just call.’

  73

  In the limo, Marc and I sit in silence.

  I’m waiting for Marc to explain. To tell me what Baz was talking about, but instead he looks out the car window, a finger of concentration on his lips.

  As the car reaches the townhouse, Marc hasn’t said a word to me. He’s still frowning.

  I put my hands to my pregnant stomach.

  ‘Marc? Are we going to talk about what Baz said?’

  The frown leaves Marc’s face. ‘Sophia, do you trust that I always want the best for you?’

  ‘Yes,’ I say, without hesitation.

  ‘If I told you to forget what Baz said, could you do it?’

  ‘I’m not sure.’

  ‘Could you try?’

  ‘I suppose I could. Marc—’

  He takes my hand and squeezes it between his palms. ‘I will always protect you, Sophia. Always. Okay?’

  ‘Okay,’ I say, managing a smile. But I’m not really okay. I’m afraid. Afraid that Marc has some horrible secret. And that if I find it out, it will tear my perfect life apart.

  After the filming finishes, Marc and I move back to our house in the country.

  I’ve missed our horses, and spend plenty of time spoiling them and feeding them Fruit Mentos – their favourite treat.

  Of course, Marc won’t let me ride. Not that I would anyway. I’m way too scared of hurting our baby. But it’s good to be around the horses, talking to them and brushing their glossy coats.

  Marc hired a stable boy while we were in London, so I know the horses have been well looked after. But I still think they’re pleased to see us home.

  I’ve kind of managed to forget about the party. Although it still plays on my mind sometimes, if I let myself think too much. But I’ve decided to trust Marc and try and let it go. Have patience and let him tell me what’s going on at the right time.

  ‘Do you think our child will ride?’ I ask Marc, during a visit to the stables.