Pink Floyd and The Who. India really couldn’t remember a more relaxed and chilled out evening, just her and the man she would always call her best friend.
‘I was thinking, why don’t we get out of here, once this movie’s wrapped? Go on vacation, somewhere away from all of this. Just me and you,’ Kenny smiled, quietly strumming away on his guitar as the strains of Free’s Fire and Water drifted up from the bar. ‘Anywhere in particular you feel like going?’
India stretched out on the sofa, closing her eyes as she inhaled and breathed out deep, letting the past few days and all the crap it had brought to her door just wash over her.
‘I don’t know, Kenny. I hadn’t even thought about what I’ll do when this movie’s finished. Apart from go back to L.A. and spend some time with the kids.’
‘We could take them with us. Anywhere you want to go, kiddo, just say the word.’
She leant over and kissed him gently. ‘You are so bloody lovely, do you know that?’
‘Yeah, well, don’t tell everyone,’ Kenny smiled, winking at her. ‘I’ve still got an image to keep up… Is that your cell phone or mine?’
India reached over and grabbed her phone from the table beside her, checking the screen. ‘It’s mine. Another message from Dominic.’
Kenny laid his guitar down against the sofa, sitting back and grabbing his bottle of beer from the floor, taking a long swig. ‘You not gonna check it?’
India sat back too, scrolling down the message Dominic had sent her. A short, simple message – Talk to me. Please.
Pushing a hand through her hair she sighed heavily, showing Kenny the screen.
‘Talk to him,’ Kenny said, taking another drink. ‘Because he’s obviously not going to give up until you do.’
‘Who’s not going to give up?’ Bobby asked, arriving back at the cabana with more drinks, looking resplendent in khaki shorts and a brightly coloured T-shirt, a straw hat with a cocktail umbrella sticking out of it now covering his dark hair, a pair of maracas sticking out of his back pocket.
India looked at her fabulous P.A. She loved him to death because, no matter what situation she was in, he could always make her smile. Somehow. He never judged her, he never interfered, yet he always helped. That was what Bobby did. And he did it so well.
‘Dominic,’ India replied, pulling the cocktail umbrella out of his hat and sticking it in her hair.
‘Have you seen him tonight?’ Bobby asked, handing her something yellow and green which she took without question. Miguel had a habit of making drinks that sometimes looked slightly alarming in colour, but they always tasted great.
‘No. I haven’t seen him. Why? Is he hanging around outside or something?’
Bobby nodded. ‘I’m surprised he hasn’t come looking for you up here, actually.’
India ignored the tiny flip her stomach turned, hugging her knees to her chest. ‘These are private cabanas, Bobby. He probably wouldn’t get past Carlos, anyway. Regardless of who he is.’
‘Carlos? Oh, you mean Rocky out there?’ Bobby tutted, pursing his lips and folding his arms, indicating outside to where India’s personal security guard was lurking somewhere discreetly out of sight.
‘Bobby! Carlos is lovely! And he’s only looking out for me right now, isn’t he?’ India smiled, all too aware that Bobby was slightly unnerved by the appearance of the tighter security surrounding her at the minute. Security she wasn’t all that keen on having herself. But, despite Carlos being a very large built Hispanic man with an intense stare, he was harmless, really. To those who played by the rules.
Bobby sniffed, sitting down and crossing his legs, his arms still folded. ‘Well, I don’t think he likes me, Angel.’
India couldn’t help laughing. ‘What makes you say that?’
‘Have you seen the way he looks at me?’
She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. ‘You’re being silly. Try speaking to him now and again; you’ll see how lovely he is. Anyway…’ She trailed off, sitting back against the cushions again, looking at Kenny. Did she really want to talk about Dominic? Did she really want to spoil this perfect night?
‘He’s hanging around down by the bar,’ Bobby said, answering the question she’d really wanted to ask. ‘He wanted to know if you were here.’
Kenny just raised his eyebrows, shrugging. He wasn’t going to tell her that he really didn’t want her to talk to Dominic tonight. Hell, he didn’t want her to talk to