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the vibe she was sending out. “Have I done something wrong?”
    “No.” The word lay heavy upon her, but he was the last person she wanted to speak to right now.
    If Jonathan saw her with him, he’d be less than pleased.
    “You just seem a little off this morning.”
    “It’s just…” She turned her attention back to the river and waved at the kids.
    “Ah,” Gabe voiced. “You’re working. That’s fine. Will it be all right if I give you a call? At the weekend maybe, when you’re not working.”
    “Sure. We get back on Friday evening. I should give you my number…”
    “I have it. I’ll call you.”
    She frowned. “How?”
    “You gave it to me, well gave it to Hardy, when you rang about the careers fayre.”
    “Oh, right. Umm… I should…” She tilted her head towards the kids.
    “Right, yes, and I should…” Gabe glanced over his shoulder at the director and film crew.
    “OK.” Dawn angled herself so she could watch the kids and keep Gabe in her field of vision as he crossed over to the director. Then after a moment or two of conversation, Gabe climbed into the kayak. He rolled it twice before paddling up stream.
    Jonathan touched her arm. “Dawn, are you with us?”
    “Yes. I’m just—” She turned to look at him.
    “Star struck?” he finished.
    “He approached me, and I asked him to leave.” She took a deep breath as several kids ran over.
    “Can we stay and watch the filming, miss?”
    “Not today, Henry. We need to keep to the schedule, otherwise you’ll miss out on what we have planned this afternoon.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like what we have planned,” she repeated evasively.
    “More walking?” Henry sighed.
    Dawn grinned and looked at Jonathan. “Shall we tell them, Mr. Brooks?”
    He returned her grin. “What, tell them we’re going bowling with burger and chips first? Nah, they’ll only be upset when we take them somewhere boring and geography related instead.”
    “Seriously?” Henry asked.
    Jonathan nodded. “Seriously. We’ve got to have some fun on this trip.”
    Dawn glanced at the film crew and caught sight of Gabe coming over the rapids like a pro. Would he really call? And if he did, what on earth would she say?
    Weren’t all actors, all men come to that, only after the one thing? And did she want to get involved with someone like that? Someone with a girl in every city?
    Before she did anything, she needed to know where he stood before the Lord, because if they didn’t both stand in the same place, then there was no point even considering the possibility of going out with him.

7
    The rest of the week flew by in a hectic filming schedule. Gabe dropped into bed exhausted each night, and it was Monday before he realized he hadn’t rung Dawn as he’d promised. Mind you, she’d been less than pleased to see him that last time. Had he overstepped the mark during the storm when he’d kissed her?
    She hadn’t kissed him back. In fact she’d backed away as soon as he’d ended the kiss. But she’d let him hold her until the storm ended. Talk about sending out mixed signals. He had no idea where he stood and praying about it wasn’t really helping either. Or at least he hadn’t gotten the really clear answer he’d wanted.
    Gabe took advantage of the five minute break while they blocked the next scene and pulled out his phone. He turned it on and dialed.
    Dawn answered almost at once. “Hello?”
    “Hi, Dawn, it’s Gabe. How are you?”
    “I’m fine.”
    He paused. She still sounded stilted and odd. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
    “No, it’s lunchtime. I’m just sitting in the staff room doing a pile of marking.”
    “OK. Umm, I was wondering… I’m in town on Thursday and Friday for a film premiere, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me. As you haven’t seen any of my work, this would be a perfect opportunity for you to do so.”
    There was a really long pause, and he began to wonder if she was still there.
    “Which