Her Determined Husband. Kathryn Ross
a few,’ Kirsten admitted cautiously. She glanced at her wristwatch. ‘He’ll be here to pick me up soon. Are you sure I look all right?’ She stood up from the dressing table so that Chloe could run a critical eye over her.
She was wearing a long white dress with shoestring straps that crossed provocatively low on her back. The material was finest silk and it clung to her figure before falling to the floor with a side split that showed a glimpse of long leg. ‘You don’t think it’s too revealing?’
Chloe shook her head. ‘You look stunning.’ She tapped her fingers on the glossy magazines that she had brought with her into Kirsten’s room. ‘Just have a flick through these…they’re all wearing dresses like that to the premières now.’
The shrill ring of the doorbell cut through the silence of the apartment. Kirsten looked at her friend in alarm. ‘If that’s him he’s early!’
‘Keep him waiting, then,’ Chloe said, turning for the door. ‘I’ll go and let him in.’
Kirsten sat back down at the dressing table. She felt incredibly nervous, as if she had first-night jitters or something. This was a ridiculous situation, she thought angrily. Whoever had heard of being forced to date your ex-husband for publicity purposes? Hollywood was a weird place.
She heard Cal’s voice from the hallway and stared down at her hands…hands now devoid of the wedding ring she had once worn. ‘You must have loved him once.’ The words echoed through her mind.
She had thought she loved him…had thought that it was love at first sight.
They had met at a wedding. She had been a friend of the bride; he’d been a friend of the groom. She had glanced across the aisle of the church and their eyes had met. Right there and then she had fallen under his spell.
He had looked so handsome in his dark suit, and when he’d smiled at her she had felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She remembered feeling pleased that she had been wearing a wide-brimmed hat so that she could dip her head and hide from his deeply provocative gaze.
‘Who’s that?’ she had whispered to her friend Charlotte, who had been sitting next to her. ‘No…don’t look yet…he’ll know I’m asking about him.’
Charlotte had peeped from under her own hat and then smiled. ‘That’s Cal McCormick…he’s an actor. He had a cameo role in the movie that made it big last summer. Apparently he’s very up-and-coming. According to the grapevine, definitely one to watch.’
‘I can agree with that.’ Kirsten had smiled and risked another glance across the aisle. ‘Who is he with?’ she had asked, looking at the attractive brunette by his side.
‘Maeve Ryan. She’s married to Brian Harris, the director. He’s a lot older than her, but apparently it’s been a match made in heaven as far as her acting career is concerned. I think Brian is working abroad; that’s why she’s here with Cal. They’re very good friends.’
They’d been more than just good friends, Kirsten thought angrily now. Trouble was, she had been too blind to see it, and by the time she’d woken up to the fact she and Cal had been married, and she had been seven months pregnant.
The baby wasn’t something Kirsten allowed herself to think about. It was too painful. Even now when her thoughts flitted over the subject she felt the raw thrust of emotion…a pain that had never healed.
She heard Chloe’s laughter emanating from the living room. Obviously Mr Smooth was working his charms again, she thought. She glanced at her watch and stood up. Might as well get this over with.
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