began.
“You’ll be too tired to work. I should
have got you home earlier,” Gadden half-apologised.
“Oh no, not at all. I can get by
on a couple of hours sleep.”
He pulled a wry face of
disbelief.
“Well, you know what I mean.”
He smiled. He had a way of
staring into her eyes when she was speaking, listening intently as though she
was the most interesting person in the world.
“Anyway…”
He moved towards her. For a
moment she thought he might be about to kiss her. But, putting out his hand, he
ran his fingers gently across hers. “Thank you for coming, Kate. You made a difference.”
“I don’t think…”
He interrupted. “Can I call you
sometime?”
She was surprised.
“I mean, I’d like to see you
again.”
Now she found herself practically
blushing. She felt pathetic, a grown up version of Beverly. He was only a rock singer, for God’s
sake. “Well, you will… I mean, the interview. Is it on?”
He sighed. “You drive a hard
bargain.”
“I need to know. Yes or no?”
“All right. We’ll be able to work
something out.”
“That would be…” She stopped
herself. “I’m very pleased. We, WSN, I mean, will need to make plans. Who
should we liaise with? Your publicist or…?”
“Petra. She’ll give you a call.”
“Petra. Right. Excellent!”
“I think so.” He held her gaze.
This man is a brilliant flirt,
she thought. Then getting up she moved towards the limo’s door.
He got there first, jumping out
and holding it open for her. On the pavement he looked up at her house. “You
live here?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Cosy.” He grinned slyly.
She didn’t answer because just
then she became aware of a movement behind him. Her neighbours’ front door had
opened and Lois and Paul Mott were coming out to go to work. Their faces froze
as they took in first the limousine, then Jesse Gadden. For a moment Lois’s
features seemed to go into a little giggle of panic as she nudged her husband.
He gawped.
“So, we’ll talk later…” And,
unaware of, or at least uninterested in, the excitement behind him, Gadden
suddenly leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.
He was back in the car before she
could react. Quickly the limo pulled away.
At their front door, her
neighbours were still watching.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
Kate smiled. And, as they groped for answers, she slipped her key into the lock
and entered her house.
It was only as she looked out to
gloat at the Motts as they finally scurried off towards the Underground, that
she saw another car pass. It was a cream 4 x 4 Lexus. Kerinova was in the back.
Chapter
Eight
September 22:
She told Beverly about her night out as the intern was
delivering the mail and she was taking a paracetamol to dull an exhaustion
headache. “I’m too old for this rock chick life,” she groaned.
"I can’t believe it! You
watched Jesse in the recording studio! Oh my God! ” Beverly
trilled.
Amused by the girl’s response she
took the promise of a Jesse Gadden interview to the mid-day planning conference
in Neil Fraser’s office.
"Great! Didn't I say you'd
be more use to us here in London
than gallivanting around the world?" the editor-in-chief chortled.
Kate wanted to say that she’d
never gallivanted anywhere in her life, but she let it pass. He’d probably
meant the expression as a peace offering. "Well, let's wait and see what
he has to say when we put a camera on him,” she replied.
"You'll get something good. I’m
sure you will.”
She hoped so, then she sat in
silent frustration as the conference moved to Afghanistan
and developments in Washington.
"Aren't you glad I insisted
on you for the concert now?" Seb Browne congratulated himself as they left
Fraser’s office. "I'm going to enjoy this one."
She didn't answer. Browne had lobbied
for, and been given, the job of producing the Gadden interview, and, much as he
irritated her, it made sense. He had a reputation for being a
“You’ll be too tired to work. I should
have got you home earlier,” Gadden half-apologised.
“Oh no, not at all. I can get by
on a couple of hours sleep.”
He pulled a wry face of
disbelief.
“Well, you know what I mean.”
He smiled. He had a way of
staring into her eyes when she was speaking, listening intently as though she
was the most interesting person in the world.
“Anyway…”
He moved towards her. For a
moment she thought he might be about to kiss her. But, putting out his hand, he
ran his fingers gently across hers. “Thank you for coming, Kate. You made a difference.”
“I don’t think…”
He interrupted. “Can I call you
sometime?”
She was surprised.
“I mean, I’d like to see you
again.”
Now she found herself practically
blushing. She felt pathetic, a grown up version of Beverly. He was only a rock singer, for God’s
sake. “Well, you will… I mean, the interview. Is it on?”
He sighed. “You drive a hard
bargain.”
“I need to know. Yes or no?”
“All right. We’ll be able to work
something out.”
“That would be…” She stopped
herself. “I’m very pleased. We, WSN, I mean, will need to make plans. Who
should we liaise with? Your publicist or…?”
“Petra. She’ll give you a call.”
“Petra. Right. Excellent!”
“I think so.” He held her gaze.
This man is a brilliant flirt,
she thought. Then getting up she moved towards the limo’s door.
He got there first, jumping out
and holding it open for her. On the pavement he looked up at her house. “You
live here?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Cosy.” He grinned slyly.
She didn’t answer because just
then she became aware of a movement behind him. Her neighbours’ front door had
opened and Lois and Paul Mott were coming out to go to work. Their faces froze
as they took in first the limousine, then Jesse Gadden. For a moment Lois’s
features seemed to go into a little giggle of panic as she nudged her husband.
He gawped.
“So, we’ll talk later…” And,
unaware of, or at least uninterested in, the excitement behind him, Gadden
suddenly leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.
He was back in the car before she
could react. Quickly the limo pulled away.
At their front door, her
neighbours were still watching.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
Kate smiled. And, as they groped for answers, she slipped her key into the lock
and entered her house.
It was only as she looked out to
gloat at the Motts as they finally scurried off towards the Underground, that
she saw another car pass. It was a cream 4 x 4 Lexus. Kerinova was in the back.
Chapter
Eight
September 22:
She told Beverly about her night out as the intern was
delivering the mail and she was taking a paracetamol to dull an exhaustion
headache. “I’m too old for this rock chick life,” she groaned.
"I can’t believe it! You
watched Jesse in the recording studio! Oh my God! ” Beverly
trilled.
Amused by the girl’s response she
took the promise of a Jesse Gadden interview to the mid-day planning conference
in Neil Fraser’s office.
"Great! Didn't I say you'd
be more use to us here in London
than gallivanting around the world?" the editor-in-chief chortled.
Kate wanted to say that she’d
never gallivanted anywhere in her life, but she let it pass. He’d probably
meant the expression as a peace offering. "Well, let's wait and see what
he has to say when we put a camera on him,” she replied.
"You'll get something good. I’m
sure you will.”
She hoped so, then she sat in
silent frustration as the conference moved to Afghanistan
and developments in Washington.
"Aren't you glad I insisted
on you for the concert now?" Seb Browne congratulated himself as they left
Fraser’s office. "I'm going to enjoy this one."
She didn't answer. Browne had lobbied
for, and been given, the job of producing the Gadden interview, and, much as he
irritated her, it made sense. He had a reputation for being a
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