‘You still want me to be your housekeeper, don’t you?’ Emma simply couldn’t bear the thought of someone taking her place.
‘No,’ came the reply, and her face fell. He was secretly pleased she didn’t have any notion of leaving him for the band. ‘But you could always be my girlfriend, looking after the house we live in, if you like?’ he added with a grin.
‘I do like,’ she beamed back.
Then, because he felt compelled to, broached the subject of her music.
‘Will that be enough for you? What about the band?’
Emma shrugged. ‘I could still do gigs with them.’
‘And isthatenough?’ The idea he’d had driving home from the airport reoccurred.
‘Well… yeah, why?’ she asked. She appreciated his concern – after all, how many twenty-five-year-olds would be happy to act as housekeeper on a remote peninsula? – but she had honestly fallen in love with looking after this house and helping out with the film crew. And if she found she ever needed more, she would reassess then.
‘Just checking, that’s all,’ he replied, whilst his mind was working overtime. He’d keep his plan to himself for now, no point in building her hopes up.
That night, as they walked up the stairs hand-in-hand, Emma didn’t turn right to her bedroom. Instead, she allowed herself to join Felix in his.
The next morning Felix woke first with an overwhelming feeling of contentment. He looked down at Emma still softly sleeping and admired her curls spread across the pillow. Then she slowly opened her eyes and gave a tender smile.
‘Hello, you. Sleep well?’ he asked with a sexy smirk.
‘Eventually,’ she replied with a chuckle. Was it possible to feel any happier? Stretching, she gave a yawn and gazed up at him. How attractive he looked with dark stubble. She wasn’t used to seeing him up close first thing in the morning.
‘What should we do today?’ she asked.
‘Make the most of it,’ he replied, ever mindful of the hectic schedule ahead of him. Filming was due to start tomorrow.
‘Let’s go for a walk, along the bay,’ suggested Emma.
‘Let’s,’ he smiled and leant down to kiss her.
Within an hour they’d showered and breakfasted, then set off to face the elements. The sun was out and a sharp chill stung their cheeks. Their breath could be seen in the air as they spoke.
‘What time will filming start tomorrow?’ Emma asked.
‘First thing, business as usual,’ replied Felix, a little subdued.
‘What is it?’ she replied, instantly picking up on his mood. ‘Aren’t you pleased to be back directing?’
He gave a sigh. ‘Yes, it’s not the directing that bothers me,’ he answered.
‘Then what?’
‘I fear there’s a mole in the camp.’
Emma halted and looked anxiously at Felix. He hated seeing her like this, truly wishing he could put the whole stalking business behind them.
‘Somebody who knew my every move must have been informing Anika. It’s got to be someone close by, who I work with.’
‘But it’s no secret that you’re directing a drama, or live here,’ said Emma frowning.
‘Yes, but Anika knewimmediatelywhen I’d bought the house. She also knew exactly where it was, and what’s more, she knew I’d got the director’s job before it was common knowledge, and when the filming was due to start.’
‘But who?’
‘I don’t know,’ he shook his head.
