The Pleasures of Spring by Evie Hunter Page B
Authors: Evie Hunter
in the picture to give him a clue to where she was.
Of Roz, there was no sign and he could almost hear her laughter.
Andy debated how to respond. He couldn’t ignore a challenge like that but he was damned if he’d let her get the better of him.
He slipped out of his room and down the backstairs to the utility area adjoining the kitchen. Among the pile of neatly ironed garments was a pair of flannelette pyjamas belonging to his father. The brown check pattern screamed old folks home.
Whistling, he returned to his room and laid them out on the bed.
Her reply, when she received the photograph, was unrepeatable.
he asked.
He was almost tempted to tell her, but if Roz was hiding out somewhere in England he didn’t want her to think that she was off the hook because he was in another country.
he typed.
Andy waited, and when there was no response, he logged off and went to use the bathroom down the hall. If this were his home he would knock down a wall and put in a huge en-suite with a bath big enough for two. He hurried along the chilly corridor to the bedroom.
He had spent colder nights out in the field, but this was supposed to be a mansion. How did his parents live here? He eyed the pyjamas on the bed. There was nothing for it. He would have to wear them.
He slipped between the cold sheets and warmed himself with visions of Roz wearing those silky panties.
The following day was damp with occasional rain which halted filming, but Roz didn’t mind. She was grateful forthe chance to zone out occasionally after the previous few days.
Filming, Roz discovered, was a lot of, ‘Hurry up and wait’, and location filming seemed to be a combination of velvet and mud. She learnt quickly that it was not as glamorous as she had been expecting, but the chance to see Jack Winter wandering around like a regular person was worth standing in the damp.
Frankie, as expected, hovered, warning off the film crew who tried to hit on her, and Cheyenne continued to chat to her while they waited for their takes.
‘This is a great role for me. Usually I get to play the ugly friend and lately I’ve been offered roles of mother of the heroine. And I’m only thirty-nine. Did you know that my character, Gormflaith, was supposed to be a great beauty, even if she was evil?’
Roz had been watching the sword fighting scene, all too aware that she would soon have to be in one where she was knocked off her feet and ‘killed’. She turned to look at Cheyenne. ‘But you’re beautiful.’
The film star’s perfect mouth parted. ‘You must be blind. My lips aren’t symmetrical, my nose is too big, my eyebrows don’t match, and my agent tells me I need to lose thirty pounds.’
Roz looked her up and down, being as critical as possible, but couldn’t see any of the flaws that Cheyenne had pointed out. ‘You must be joking. You’re gorgeous. Anyone who says otherwise must be blind. And if you’re thirty pounds overweight, then so am I.’
Cheyenne opened her mouth, and shut it, clearlydeciding that this was not a fight she wanted to win. She turned back to the scene being filmed. ‘Would you have liked to have lived back then, when men were men?’
Roz laughed. ‘And didn’t wash? I’m very fond of modern bathrooms, thank you.’
‘Me too. Are we going into town tonight?’
With some surprise, Roz realized that Cheyenne was serious. She nodded. ‘Of course,’ she said before she got ready for her demise on the battlefield.
At lunchtime, she checked her phone and found another message from Andy.
The mouthful of diet cola went down the wrong way and she coughed until she could breathe normally again.
Time to nip this in the
Of Roz, there was no sign and he could almost hear her laughter.
Andy debated how to respond. He couldn’t ignore a challenge like that but he was damned if he’d let her get the better of him.
He slipped out of his room and down the backstairs to the utility area adjoining the kitchen. Among the pile of neatly ironed garments was a pair of flannelette pyjamas belonging to his father. The brown check pattern screamed old folks home.
Whistling, he returned to his room and laid them out on the bed.
Her reply, when she received the photograph, was unrepeatable.
He was almost tempted to tell her, but if Roz was hiding out somewhere in England he didn’t want her to think that she was off the hook because he was in another country.
he typed.
Andy waited, and when there was no response, he logged off and went to use the bathroom down the hall. If this were his home he would knock down a wall and put in a huge en-suite with a bath big enough for two. He hurried along the chilly corridor to the bedroom.
He had spent colder nights out in the field, but this was supposed to be a mansion. How did his parents live here? He eyed the pyjamas on the bed. There was nothing for it. He would have to wear them.
He slipped between the cold sheets and warmed himself with visions of Roz wearing those silky panties.
The following day was damp with occasional rain which halted filming, but Roz didn’t mind. She was grateful forthe chance to zone out occasionally after the previous few days.
Filming, Roz discovered, was a lot of, ‘Hurry up and wait’, and location filming seemed to be a combination of velvet and mud. She learnt quickly that it was not as glamorous as she had been expecting, but the chance to see Jack Winter wandering around like a regular person was worth standing in the damp.
Frankie, as expected, hovered, warning off the film crew who tried to hit on her, and Cheyenne continued to chat to her while they waited for their takes.
‘This is a great role for me. Usually I get to play the ugly friend and lately I’ve been offered roles of mother of the heroine. And I’m only thirty-nine. Did you know that my character, Gormflaith, was supposed to be a great beauty, even if she was evil?’
Roz had been watching the sword fighting scene, all too aware that she would soon have to be in one where she was knocked off her feet and ‘killed’. She turned to look at Cheyenne. ‘But you’re beautiful.’
The film star’s perfect mouth parted. ‘You must be blind. My lips aren’t symmetrical, my nose is too big, my eyebrows don’t match, and my agent tells me I need to lose thirty pounds.’
Roz looked her up and down, being as critical as possible, but couldn’t see any of the flaws that Cheyenne had pointed out. ‘You must be joking. You’re gorgeous. Anyone who says otherwise must be blind. And if you’re thirty pounds overweight, then so am I.’
Cheyenne opened her mouth, and shut it, clearlydeciding that this was not a fight she wanted to win. She turned back to the scene being filmed. ‘Would you have liked to have lived back then, when men were men?’
Roz laughed. ‘And didn’t wash? I’m very fond of modern bathrooms, thank you.’
‘Me too. Are we going into town tonight?’
With some surprise, Roz realized that Cheyenne was serious. She nodded. ‘Of course,’ she said before she got ready for her demise on the battlefield.
At lunchtime, she checked her phone and found another message from Andy.
The mouthful of diet cola went down the wrong way and she coughed until she could breathe normally again.
Time to nip this in the
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