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Jack glared at his friend. Brighton, the town was too small. Everybody knew his business. He should have seen a counsellor in London, that way no one would know when he missed a session. Or two.
“I don’t need to go,” he told his friend. “I was burnt out from work. I don’t work anymore. Ergo, no burn out.”
“Yeah.” Andy cocked his head towards Davina. “I can see how together you are.”
“That wasn’t me,” Jack protested as he opened his car door. “That was her. She’s insane.”
Andy grinned.
“Yeah, and I kiss all the insane women I meet too.”
“I didn’t kiss her willingly. I had no choice.”
Andy was still laughing when he drove away. Jack gave Davina one last look.
“I’ll be back,” he shouted.
Before he climbed into his car he saw her slap her forehead and mumble something.
Nuts. She was freaking nuts.
He glanced at her as he drove away.
Seriously sexy, but totally off her trolley.
CHAPTER TWO
14 DAYS TO MAKE A MOVIE...
“YOU DID WHAT?” MARIANNE’S voice was shrill.
“I know.” Davina kicked the oven door shut. “I lost my mind for a minute.”
“A minute?” Marianne moved the cooling trays into position on the counter.
“Maybe an hour,” Davina conceded. “But seriously Mar, you should see this man. He’s solid testosterone. Muscle. Bad attitude.” She shivered at the thought. “He even has scars. And he was just sitting there, helpless, waiting for someone to come along and eat him up.”
She grinned at her best friend. Marianne folded her arms over her prim grey suit.
“What were you thinking? The man is a stranger. He could be dangerous.”
Davina closed her eyes. She hadn’t been thinking. Not at all.
“I know, I know. But I did think about that part. I knew he wasn’t dangerous. He’s an ex-policeman.”
“Exactly.” Marianne placed yet another tray of brownies on the cooling rack. “The last thing you need is to have police of any sort snooping around. Need I remind you that you have a basement full of stolen equipment?”
“Borrowed,” Davina corrected automatically as she counted brownies. “It’s going back as soon as the movie is finished.”
“You’ve been saying that for six months.”
Davina unwrapped her 1950’s style apron from around her waist and sighed. Marianne meant well. She always meant well, but unlike Davina she didn’t understand the necessity of colouring outside the lines once in a while. Marianne would die before she went over the lines.
“Well now I have a deadline,” she told her worrisome friend. “The equipment has to be out of the house before the inspection. So I have two weeks to finish the movie. Unless the Terminator figures out some way to get into the house before that.”
“Terminator?”
“That’s exactly who he reminded me
