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anything, Brad?”
    Brad turned towards Tim
Johnson with an easy smile. “I’m fine, but thanks.”
    He watched Johnson walk
across to the refreshments cab where everyone now congregated. He
knew Alicia was among them, of that he was acutely aware. Not
because of his training, but because he couldn’t keep his eyes off
her. He’d tried.
    Johnson was having the
same reaction, he was practically drooling when she threw the poor
man a bone and stopped to chat.
    He observed her body
language, saw that she was relaxed and holding up a lot better than
most of her co-stars. She’d pulled her hair back into a loose tail,
and changed into a vest top that hugged close to her small waist.
Even restrained, her glossy black hair looked inviting – almost
every man in the country longed to run his fingers through it. He
was no exception.
    It was a welcome relief
when his mobile vibrated silently in his pocket. “Morgan,” he spoke
through his hands free device.
    “ Hey, sugar,”
Susannah drawled.
    Brad relaxed a little at
hearing her voice. “Suez, just the person I wanted to speak
to.”
    “ All right,
what do you want looking up?”
    He laughed. It was not
difficult to imagine her scowl. “I need you to get me everything
you can on Jack Murphy; a full background.” Something told him
there was a reason Jack was targeted.
    “ Sure,
consider it done. How’s it going? Are you having fun, brushing
shoulders with the rich and famous?”
    “ Why, do you
want to trade?”
    “ Oh, no…
you’re not getting out of it that easily. Suck it up, big man. I’ll
call you when I’ve got something.”
    “ Thanks.”
    He sought Alicia out
again as he terminated the call. She was still talking to Johnson,
and appeared thoroughly entertained. He was starting to suspect his
initial view of her was a little off the mark. He hadn’t seen any
indication that she was the Prima Donna people reported her to be.
She didn’t have an army of people taking care of her every whim.
That aspect of her life, if nothing else, was
inaccurate.
    As though conscious of
his attention Alicia glanced across. She turned briefly to respond
to someone over her shoulder. When he could see her face again, he
was surprised by the goofy expression. He’d never seen that look on
Helen’s face. There were other subtle differences too. Helen
radiated the kind of chill that could freeze a man mid-stride,
whereas Alicia seemed to glow with the kind of warmth that shone
from the inside out. It was probably why, in terms of beauty, Helen
didn’t hold a candle.
    He watched as she
accepted two cups from a member of the crew and started walking in
his direction. “I know Tim already asked, but I thought you might
like a coffee.” She held out her offering.
    He took it with a smile.
“Thanks.”
    She reached into her back
pocket with the free hand and brought out a scrunched piece of
paper. “This is my schedule for the next few days.”
    “ I appreciate
that.” Brad’s eyebrows rose when he saw the list penned in italic
script.
    “ It doesn’t
look like I do an awful lot, does it?” She smiled self-consciously,
catching him off guard.
    “ I imagine
this takes up most of your time.”
    “ I cancelled
some of my engagements. I can’t get out of the photo shoot, or the
interview I’m doing for local radio. Its part of the promotion for
a short I did last year.”
    Brad folded the paper and
placed it in his own pocket. “I’m not here to interfere with your
plans, just to make sure you’re not in danger.”
    “ Speaking of
which, Stuart organised a dressing room for you in the main
building. I’d like to stay in the trailer unless it’s going to be a
problem.”
    “ That’s fine.
A member of my team will be taking the night shift – it doesn’t
matter where you’re located as long as they can protect you.” He
wanted to ask about her choice of accommodation but he
didn’t.
    Alicia frowned; she
didn’t see why it was necessary to have a guard