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this; equally, she pooh-poohed the idea that she was a complex person. But he knew better.

      Nell cut into his thoughts, when she said, ‘You’re looking awfully pensive, my lad. One is sad, of course, when a movie ends. But under the circumstances, I would have thought you’d be relieved…I mean, as executive producer surely you must be thinking thank God it’s in the can, there’re no more disasters to worry about. That sort of thing. No?’ She raised a blonde brow questioningly.

      Gavin nodded in agreement. ‘I am relieved, Nell, believe me I am. And I’m not pensive, at least not about the movie. To tell you the truth, I was thinking about the two of you, and wishing you’d find a couple of nice guys. Settle down –’

      ‘Bloody hell, perish the thought!’ Nell cried, cutting him off, recoiling slightly, looking at him askance. ‘I’m perfectly happy the way I am, thank you very much.’

      Rosie said, ‘And so am I, Gavin, so please don’t give us a hard time.’

      ‘Okay, okay,’ he said, backing off. ‘I was only playing big brother, and there’s no need to get all excited and het up.’

      Grinning at him, Nell said, ‘We know you only have the best of intentions, Gavin, when it comes to us – your favourites. But we can take care of ourselves, you know. We’re grown-up girls now. Come on, let’s grab ourselves fresh drinks and plunge into that mob.’ Winking at him theatrically, mugging, she finished, ‘Who knows who we might find lurking out there in the madding crowd, eh?’

      He laughed and so did Rosie.

      Gavin said, We had better join the party, circulate a bit. This crew and the entire unit have been really terrific, and I’d like to have a drink with them, spend a bit of time chatting. Anyway, I want to thank all of them personally.’

      The surprise Aida had arranged for Bonfire Night was a fireworks display.

      It started at nine o’clock, after the buffet supper was over, and took place on the back lot of the studios. Everyone stood outside, watching, cheering, and dapping loudly as different special effects filled the night sky. Catherine wheels, cascades, waterfalls, rockets, starbursts, rainbows and snowfalls were set off one after the other, exploding brilliant colours and delicate, intricate patterns into the darkness and illuminating the studio buildings. It was breathtaking, a magical, fairy-tale show of colour and light that lasted for over twenty minutes.

      But the most spectacular part was the finale, when the name of the movie was spelled out in fireworks mounted to a giant frame. And following the title Kingmaker came the words, Thanks, Gavin.

      Once the renewed burst of loud cheering and clapping subsided, a clear baritone voice began to sing, ‘For he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good fellow,’ and everyone joined in enthusiastically.

      Singing along with them, Rosie knew they meant every word, and so did she.

      ‘Do you think Gavin’s marriage is in trouble?’ Nell asked, giving Rosie a penetrating look.

      So startled was Rosie by the question that she almost dropped her mug of tea, and she simply stared back at her friend speechlessly. When she eventually found her voice, she said, ‘Whatever makes you say a thing like that?’

      Now it was Nell’s turn to be silent, and she sat back on the sofa, a thoughtful expression settling on her face.

      Rosie continued to stare at her, waiting for an answer.

      It was late, well after one o’clock in the morning, and the two women were relaxing in Rosie’s suite at the Athenaeum Hotel in Piccadilly. She, Gavin, and most of the American contingent on the film had been living there for months, and Nell had checked in earlier in the day, as she invariably did when she came to London.

      They had been driven back from the party at Shepperton Studios in Gavin’s limousine, and he had come with them to Rosie’s suite for a nightcap. But he had left well over an hour ago, claiming total fatigue. There was no denying he had looked exhausted, his face grown pinched and wan all of a sudden, and it was obvious that the surgical collar was bothering him. ‘I’ve got to get this damn thing off, take a pain-killer and go to bed,’ he had mumbled to them as he left the suite.

      Rosie and Nell had continued to talk for a while longer, catching up on all their news; a few minutes ago, Rosie had gone to the small kitchenette at one end of the sitting room where she had made a pot of tea.

      Now she sat nursing the mug in both hands, her eyes on Nell’s face. ‘Why would you think a thing like that, Nell? About Gavin’s marriage?’ she asked again, and repeated, ‘Why?’

      Nell looked at her fully, and explained slowly, in a low voice, ‘Louise was not here for the wrap party. That’s never happened before. I mean, she’s always been at his wrap parties, whether they’ve been in New York, LA, or on foreign location.’

      ‘But she had to go back to California,’ Rosie replied. To get ready for Christmas.’

      ‘Christmas! It’s only the beginning of November, for God’s sake!’

      ‘Well maybe it was for Thanksgiving, I can’t really remember. In any case, she has been here a great deal, commuting between London and Los Angeles. So I’m sure everything’s all right. Besides, she does have a career of her own.’

      ‘Career! What career? Sitting on charity committees, is that what you mean?’

      Unable to dismiss the apparent scorn reverberating in Nell’s voice, Rosie eyed her friend carefully. ‘Do I detect a slightly bitchy note here?’ she asked.

      ‘Perhaps you do. I don’t like Louise Ambrose, and I never have from the first day I met her, when she came creeping around Gavin. I don’t know what he saw in her then, or what he sees in her now – if anything. She is one person who hasn’t improved with age and maturity, she’s only grown worse. In my opinion, she’s perfectly ridiculous, and certainly I’ll never understand their relationship. Never. In any case, Gavin should have married you.’

      ‘Oh come on, Nelly, don’t start that at this hour. You know very well that when Gavin and I had our little thing we were just a couple of kids, for heaven’s sake –’

      ‘He’s still in love with you.’

      Rosie’s gaze intensified, then she spluttered, ‘Now that is pure nonsense! He’s no more in love with me than I am with him.’

      ‘Want to bet?’

      ‘No, I don’t.’

      ‘Scared to hear the truth, Rosie mine?’

      ‘Not at all. But you’re way off on this, Nelly, way off. I’ve worked with Gavin around the clock for the past nine months, so don’t you think I’d know if he were in love with me? Anyway, back then in New York we were so young…infatuated would be a far better, and more accurate, word to use to explain how we felt about each other.’

      ‘This is Little Nell sitting here, Angel Face. That’s what he’s always lovingly called you, isn’t it? But to continue, it’s me who’s looking you right in the eye, and you can’t fool me. You were in love with him, Rosie Madigan, you told me so at the time, just in case you’ve forgotten. And I remember very well that you were so smitten with him you couldn’t see straight. And Gavin reciprocated those feelings. He was in love with you. He’s in love with you now.’

      ‘Don’t be so ridiculous. I’d know.’

      ‘No, you wouldn’t, you’re too involved with all those bloody Frogs.’

      ‘Please, Nell, not tonight. I’m tired,’ Rosie said, a pleading note entering her voice.

      ‘So am I. Listen, getting back to my original point, I really do think Gavin’s unhappy with Louise.’

      ‘And I’m absolutely certain he isn’t. I’ve been with them a lot during this picture, more than you have, Nell. He adores Louise, and his behaviour towards her hasn’t changed,

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