to face her. ‘You might not want to fight for the man you love, Layla. But I’m sure as hell gonna try one more time to fight for my wife.’
***
India sat at the breakfast bar, watching Bobby as he scrubbed down the counter tops in a pair of pink rubber gloves, singing along to a Lady Gaga song on the radio.
Resting her chin in her hands she couldn’t help smiling. She was happy. Yeah, she was happy. She might be close to another divorce, and ex-husband number two seemed to be trying his hardest to break her down again, but she felt stronger now. What had happened with Michael last night had shown her that she could do this. It wasn’t going to be easy – he’d proved that by what he’d done – but when she’d looked at him she hadn’t felt all those old feelings come rushing back. When he’d kissed her she hadn’t felt as though she was home, that he was where she needed to be. She’d felt nothing. Except a knowledge that maybe now she could finally move on and not always need him around.
‘Everything okay, Princess?’
India shook herself back to reality and sat up straight, picking up her script, flicking through it but not really taking anything in. ‘Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?’
Bobby shrugged. ‘No reason. You just looked deep in thought, that’s all.’
She smiled slightly, not looking up from her script. ‘Are you saying that’s not something you’re used to seeing?’
‘Those words didn’t come from my mouth, Angel.’
She looked up, sticking her tongue out at him. She didn’t know what she’d do without Bobby. He just made everything feel better. ‘Have you finished cleaning yet? You do realise they have people to do that for us, don’t you?’
‘Ooh, get her! Twenty years a movie star and now she finds her inner diva!’
She pulled a face at him and he pulled one back, causing her to laugh out loud. ‘I am so not a diva, Bobby.’
‘Whatever you say, Princess… Oh, my… who is that?’
She leant over to pick up some papers that had fallen out from between the pages of her script, stuff she’d printed out and almost forgotten about. After a couple of glasses of wine the previous night, curiosity regarding her new co-star had got the better of her so she’d decided to do a bit of research on Dominic MacDonald, just to give her a heads-up on who she was going to be working with over the next few months. She’d known a little bit about him – he was hard to ignore at the moment, being one of the biggest stars around right now – but she wanted to know more. And what was so wrong about that?
Bobby came up behind her, peering over her shoulder, sighing as he looked at the picture of Dominic MacDonald staring back at him, that movie star smile in full evidence. ‘Oh, the gorgeous Dominic MacDonald. What a dream! How handsome is he?’
India looked at the photograph. She couldn’t deny he was one hell of a good-looking guy, that wasn’t in question. He made JJ look ordinary, and that was saying something, because JJ Foster was one of the hottest men around right now. But Dominic MacDonald, he was in a league of his own. ‘Yeah, he’s okay.’
‘Okay?’ Bobby gasped. ‘Are you looking at the same guy I’m looking at? He is burning up that photograph, Angel. And he’s playing your husband in this movie! Aren’t you excited?’
She swung round on her stool and looked at her wonderful personal assistant. ‘Excited?’ She couldn’t help laughing. ‘No, I’m not excited, Bobby. It’s a job.’
‘But you’re gonna get to kiss him, Princess! Oh-my-God! You are gonna get to kiss that mouth!’ He sat down on the stool next to her, grabbing the script from her hands and fanning himself with it. ‘I have no idea how you can be so nonchalant about this, Angel. How can you be so cold?’
She couldn’t help laughing again, jumping down from her stool as her seven-year-old son ran into the room, followed by her father.
‘What’s the matter with him?’ Reece asked, indicating Bobby who was leaning back against the breakfast bar still fanning himself with her script.
‘He’s learning to cope with his recent crush on Dominic MacDonald.’ She crouched down and hugged her little boy. ‘Hey, kiddo! Come give your mum a big cuddle. I’ve missed you!’
He put his arms round her neck and hugged her tight, giving her