Behind the Film Star's Smile. Kate Hardy
looked at the assortment of toys on her desk and grinned. ‘I think you’ve just about got enough to keep her interested.’
‘I hope so,’ he said, sounding heartfelt. ‘So what are we doing this morning?’
‘We need a quiet corner to work in. No distractions for Madam, here,’ Jess said, unable to resist scratching the dog behind her ears. Baloo closed her eyes in bliss.
‘A quiet corner. Let me think for a second. OK.’ Luke took them to a bit of the set Jess hadn’t been to while running errands the previous day.
‘The very basics are “sit” and “stay”. I’d guess that Baloo’s never been trained at all, so it might take her a while to pick it up,’ Jess warned. ‘Baloo, sit.’
The dog glanced at her blankly.
Jess gently stroked down the dog’s back. ‘Baloo, sit.’
The dog sat; Jess gave her a piece of chopped liver from her pocket and the dog wolfed it down before licking her hand in gratitude.
‘Dog treats?’ Luke guessed.
‘Cooked chopped liver,’ Jess enlightened him.
‘And you keep it in your pocket?’ Luke looked horrified.
‘In a Ziplock bag. But, yes—if I left it all within her reach she’d scoff the lot within seconds and I wouldn’t have any training treats left,’ she pointed out.
He eyed her curiously. ‘You’ve done this before, haven’t you?’
There was no point in lying. ‘Yes.’
‘So, if you can train dogs, why are you working as a temporary production assistant?’
Because I can’t handle doing my old job.
‘It’s a job.’ Jess shrugged. And, to stop him asking any further questions, she said, ‘Right, your turn.’
It took him a couple of goes, but Baloo sat for him.
‘Now the treat.’ Jess offered him the bag. Was he going to be all prissy about it and refuse to get his precious movie star fingers dirty?
But he took a piece of liver from the bag and gave it to the dog.
That was a good start, she thought. Maybe she could work with him.
‘Next, we teach her to stay.’ She got Baloo to sit. ‘Stay,’ she said, and walked a couple of steps away.
Baloo bounded straight over to her, clearly panicking that Jess was going to leave.
‘No, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to do what I tell you,’ Jess said. She walked Baloo back to the spot and tried it again. On the fourth attempt, the dog got it. ‘Good girl.’ Jess made a fuss of her and gave her a treat.
‘Your turn,’ she said to Luke.
Again, it took a couple of tries, but eventually the dog did what he asked. ‘Good girl,’ he said, and made a fuss of her before giving her a treat.
Luke didn’t seem to be so uptight today, Jess thought. He was definitely more relaxed than he’d been yesterday, and he was interacting with the dog instead of dumping her as fast as he could on someone else. Maybe it was because rehearsals hadn’t started yet today, so he hadn’t had to deal with his difficult co-star; or maybe the dog was helping him relax.
She so wanted it to be the latter.
They worked with the dog for a bit longer before the runner came over. ‘Mr McKenzie, the director’s ready for you now.’
‘Sure,’ he said with a smile. ‘I’m coming now. Jess, thank you—and you’re sure it’s OK to look after Baloo today?’
No, she wasn’t sure at all. ‘Ayesha said it was OK.’
He pulled a wad of paper from the back of his jeans, ripped a corner off one piece and scribbled a number on the back. ‘Any problems, this is my mobile phone.’
Luke McKenzie was giving her his mobile phone number?
Surreal.
It was a far cry from her old life.
She stopped the thought before it could grow any more. The past was the past, and she couldn’t change it. There was no point in dwelling on it and wishing, because doing that hadn’t made a scrap of difference in the last year. The shooting had still happened, the drug-dealers were all still in jail with life sentences, Matt and Comet were still buried under a carpet of flowering bulbs, and she still had nothing left but memories and wishes.
‘I can hardly ring you in the middle of rehearsals. It’d mess everything up.’
‘Text me, then. I’ll leave my phone on silent,’ he said.
‘OK.’
Back in the production office, as promised, Ayesha had another list ready. Jess worked her way through it, either at her desk with Baloo snuggled in her bed next to Jess’s desk, or with the dog by her side as she walked round the set, taking scripts to people and running errands.
‘So what did you do to Luke McKenzie to make him human again?’ Ayesha asked when Jess returned from the last errand on her list.
‘I told him what I thought of him,’ Jess confessed. ‘Sorry.’
‘That’s a dangerous tactic, Jess. If he’d been a certain other member of the cast—one who cannot possibly be named—then you would’ve had to grovel publicly and you would still have been fired,’ Ayesha said. She came over to make a fuss of the dog. ‘But well done. It’s nice to see Luke being more like his old self. Let’s hope it lasts.’ She looked at the dog. ‘She’s beautiful, isn’t she? And she’s the perfect match for him. Sexy movie star hero with the cute dog. How could any woman resist that combination?’
Good question. Well, Jess would have to, for her own peace of mind. She wasn’t looking for a relationship. Even if she was, she knew that Luke McKenzie was from a different world—one where she wouldn’t fit in. She was ordinary, and he lived his life in the glare of the spotlights.
‘Time for your lunch break, I think. Though you’ll need to take the dog with you.’
‘Sure.’ Jess smiled at her boss and then looked at Baloo. ‘How about a run in the park opposite?’ she asked Baloo.
The dog looked at her as if she was speaking Martian.
‘Your owners didn’t do that with you, did they?’ She sighed. ‘OK. Walkies?’
Baloo still looked blank.
‘You’re going to enjoy this, sweetie,’ she said. ‘But I’d better let Luke know where we’re going.’ She didn’t want to call him, in case he was in the middle of a scene; but she was pretty sure a text would be safe and he’d be able to pick up the message later.
She texted Luke to tell him she was taking Baloo to the park, put the dog’s water bowl in a bag, then headed off the set.
When Jess took Baloo for a run, she realised how much she’d missed it. Working out on a treadmill in a featureless gym was nothing like running outside in the fresh air, with grass and trees all around, and the scent of spring blossom in the air. There really was nothing like running with a dog bounding along by your side. She swallowed hard. It wasn’t the Labrador’s fault that her head was still a bit messed up. But the memories made her catch her breath and she had to stop.
She filled the dog’s water bowl from the bottle she carried with her, then bought another bottle of water from the kiosk in the park, along with a chicken wrap for her lunch.
Once she’d settled herself on a park bench and Baloo was sitting next to her, the dog looked hopefully at her. Or, rather, at her chicken wrap.
‘You think I’m going to share this with