Greg’s hair was graying now, but if anything, it made him look more distinguished. Hildy stared at him and felt nothing but contempt. How could I ever have imagined that I loved this man? The very idea repulsed her. What I felt was nothing but infatuation for who he is. I was so naive! Never again!
Hildy’s only fear now was that Greg might possibly recognize her voice, but she couldn’t keep silent forever.
Greg oozed charm. “We have a lot in common,” she heard him say. “I’d love to see your script.”
Here we go again! But he can’t steal this one. It’s already in production.
She looked him boldly in the eye as she spoke with her best French accent. “You’ll have plenty of chance to see it take shape,” she told him. “We’ll be filming some of the scenes this morning at the Chateau de Rochefort.”
As she spoke, she thought she detected a slight sign of recognition from him. A feeling of dread swept over her as she heard him say - “You remind me of someone. Have we met before?”
She forced a laugh as panic tried to grip her again. Her voice sounded strangely calm, and she wondered why. She felt anything but calm. Her heart pounded so loud she thought surely he must hear it.
But in spite of all this she managed to act nonchalant as she answered his probing question. “People are always telling me that. They say everyone has a double somewhere in the world.”
Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Zack was ready to pounce on Greg. She tried by eye contact to send him a signal that she was okay, and she could see the great effort he was making to keep himself under control. He mustn’t blow my cover!
CHAPTER XX
The group left La Litote and boarded the van Peter had hired to take them to the Chateau de Rochefort. Hildy avoided Greg, which was fairly easy with Zack sticking close by her side.
The ride to the Chateau was spectacular. The beautiful fall colors and the flowers along the way were awe inspiring. In a very short time the Chateau loomed up in front of them with its ruins showing all the romantic splendor of a bygone age. Hildy thought of her father and all that he had told her about the wine country. It seemed unreal in its magnificence.
As the filming proceeded, Greg wandered over to Hildy’s side. “Mind if I look at the script?”
She stiffened. “I need it for the upcoming scenes,” she was quick to tell him.
But Greg persisted. “Oh, I’m sure you don’t need these last few pages for a while, do you?”
She tried not to show her annoyance as he reached out and boldly took them from where they rested on her lap. She wanted to put them under lock and key so he couldn’t see one word of script or one note of music, but she assured herself again that he couldn’t possibly steal something that was already in production. She was grateful when Peter came over to where she was sitting and took charge.
“Hildy,” he said in a tone that wasn’t to be disagreed with, “I need the rest of the script.” He reached out and took the pages out of Greg’s hand, smiling politely as he did so. “Sorry,” he said, “I need these for the upcoming scenes.”
Greg looked shocked. He wasn’t used to being denied anything.
When they finally broke for lunch, Hildy knew Greg still had no idea who she was. Let’s hope it stays that way! She was relieved to see Peter lock the scripts in his briefcase where Greg couldn’t get at them.
They all gathered at the buffet table to choose from the array of food that Peter had arranged to be brought from the barge. As Hildy wandered over to one of the dining tables Jay followed her. Zack sat beside her, ready to protect her. This forced Greg to sit across from her. He turned on all his charm, but Hildy was ready for this. Nothing he said had any effect on her. The more she ignored him, the harder he tried. What a con artist he is! she thought.
Then Greg posed a question that caught her completely off guard.
“Hildy,” he asked, “how do you happen to have a name like Swenson when you’re French? You’re a native of France, aren’t you?”
Hildy never thought so fast. “Well, you see - - m-my father was Swedish. He met my mother when his company sent him to France. They fell in love and got married and lived here.”
“Oh. Are they still alive?”
She looked him boldly in the eye. The nerve of him asking me so many questions! What is he digging for? With a great effort she managed a smile in spite of her anger. “I never talk about that,” she told him. “It’s too painful.”
He was silent for a moment, and Hildy thought the questions were over. But Greg didn’t give up that easily. “I’m wondering how you and Peter happened to meet,” he said. “How did you get together on your musical?”
By this time Hildy was extremely annoyed. She was tempted to ignore his question, but thought better of it. There was no telling what he might do if she were to offend him. Or what he might suspect.
“My agent called me,” she explained. “He heard that Peter was looking for a musical to film, and he sent ‘La Fleur Rouge’ to him. Peter liked it, and came here to film it.”
“Have you ever been to the States?” Greg persisted. “Boston, perhaps?”
By this time she wanted to hit him, but she merely said, “I think it would be interesting to visit sometime. I understand it has a lot of history.” Hoping to put an end to the probing, she rose from her chair and went to get more coffee.
At the other table, Jenny and Peter were keeping a close watch on Greg. How fortunate I am to have such good friends who believe in me! Hildy thought. But it bothered her that Jay didn’t have a clue about what Greg was up to.
“Your musical is great, Hildy!” Jay enthused when she returned to the table. “It has a very special quality. It’s poignant, yet strong. A great combination. The melody lines are beautiful. Where did you learn to compose like that?”
Hildy opened her mouth to tell him about her mother, but caught herself just in time. If she kept on, Greg would surely recognize the similarity of her background compared with that of Hilary.
“Oh,” she explained, “I just seem to pick them out of the air. These melodies are there for anyone. I just listen and put them down on paper.”
“That’s true talent!” Jay exclaimed. “Isn’t that what you do, Greg?” he asked him.
Hildy’s eyes widened in disbelief. How can he be so fooled by such a con artist? Then she reminded herself - you were fooled once. It’s really not his fault. Her resentment toward him lessened.
Then Jay turned back to Hildy and dropped a bombshell. “You know,” he said, “your music reminds me a lot of ‘The Pepper Pot.’”
Hildy choked, and Zack handed her a glass of water.
“Are you all right?” Jay asked, quite concerned.
“I’m - - fine!” she sputtered, catching her breath. “Swallowed - - wrong way!”
She rose from her chair. How she managed to still speak with a French accent while she was choking was a puzzle, even to her. I’ve got to get out of here, she thought in a panic. “I need a walk - - clear my head,” she said.
Zack jumped up from the table. “I’ll come with you.”
Hildy was visibly shaken. The color had drained from her face and her eyes filled with tears.
Zack waited till they were out of earshot before he spoke. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She managed a half smile. “What do you think?” she replied bitterly.
“Hang in there, Hildy,” Zack encouraged her. “I’m right here. I won’t let Greg hurt you.” He turned to her with admiration. “What an accent! You could fool anybody.”
She burst into tears, and Zack handed her his hankie. “Zack, I’ve never been so scared in my entire life!”
Zack looked at her with sympathy. “If it’s going to bother you that much, I’ll tell Peter to get rid of him. There’s no point i
n upsetting you like this.”
Hildy stared off into space, thinking. Then she turned back and faced him. “Zack, you’re here to protect me, and I trust you to do that. I won’t let Greg scare me out of finishing this film. He’s ruined enough for me. No more!”
“Atta girl!” Zack exclaimed.
Hildy grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “Let’s go back.”
* * *
They were gone for about ten minutes, and Jay was concerned that he might inadvertently have said something wrong. He went over to where Peter was sitting and spoke to him quietly. “Peter, is there some reason Hildy doesn’t like me? I always seem to be saying something that upsets her.”
Peter was silent for a moment. “Oh, no,” he said, “I’m sure it’s nothing like that. She’s just concentrating hard on this musical. It means a lot to her.”
Jay wasn’t convinced. “But I seem to be the only one that upsets her. Except for Greg. She seems awfully edgy when he’s around. I noticed it the minute we boarded the barge this morning.”
Jay was getting too close to the truth, and Peter did his best to give him an answer that would satisfy him. “She’s probably a little self-conscious with such a well known writer around,” he explained. “Hildy takes this very seriously, as well she should. It’s her first experience with this and she’s a bit uptight. She’s very protective of her musical.”
Jay looked dubious. “I hope she’s not afraid that Greg will steal anything she’s written. He’s always anxious to help people get started. Perhaps I should point this out to her.”
Peter turned and stared at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but just then Hildy and Zack returned.
* * *
As they walked to the set Greg excused himself. “I have more work to do on my musical,” he told them. “I’d better leave and get at it.”
Hildy knew Greg wasn’t going to do any work on the musical. I bet he stole this one, too. It wouldn’t require any work or he’d never have stolen it. By now she was positive he had never written a musical of his own. No, he’s leaving so he can continue to hunt for me. Let him look! I’m right under his nose and he doesn’t know it. He’ll never find me. Not till I sue him in court!
Once Greg was gone, a great deal of the fear left her. There was a marked difference in her attitude. Not only was she more relaxed, but she was more friendly toward Jay.
They finally finished the day’s filming, making remarkable progress.
While the film crew packed up the equipment, Jay spoke to Hildy. “That’s a great piece of work you did today,” he told her.
Hildy smiled. “Well, we have to give a lot of credit to Peter,” she replied. “He’s doing a super job. I can see this musical unfolding exactly the way I pictured it when I wrote it. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Especially since - “ Her voice trailed off as she realized she had almost told him the whole story. She turned her head to study the script.
* * *
Jay was surprised and pleased that Hildy had let down the barriers, if only for a moment. What brought about the change? She was a complete enigma to him. What had she been about to say? And why had she stopped in mid-sentence? Had she been on the verge of telling him why she sometimes acted as though she didn’t want him around?
“Jay.” Peter interrupted his thoughts. “We’re about to leave for La Litote. Would you like to have dinner with us?”
“Yes,” Jay agreed, “I’d like that. I want to get to know Hildy better. I’d also like to talk to her about the possibility of producing one of her musicals on stage.”
* * *
Hildy stiffened and turned away. “You already have,” she mumbled under her breath.
“What?” Jay asked.
“Nothing,” she replied. The old resentment loomed up again. But this time she found herself hunting for excuses. It’s not Jay’s fault, she reasoned. Greg has him hypnotized. When the time is right he’ll know the truth. Come on, Hildy, be fair! Give him a chance and stop acting like a silly ass!
Once she made this decision a heavy load of care dropped from her. She could no longer deny her feelings for him. She was on the pendulum again, swinging back and forth between resentment and forgiveness.
* * *
At the Chateau de Rochefort the crew finished packing the equipment, and they boarded the bus for La Litote - all except Jay, who followed in his rented car with Andre. As he drove along he couldn’t help observing that Zack never let Hildy out of his sight. Strange, he mused, it’s almost as though he’s protecting her from some kind of danger. But what? What possible danger could she be in? He longed to get closer to her, but with Zack always there it wasn’t easy. I can’t believe he thinks that I pose any danger to her. But why is he guarding her so closely? Something strange is going on. I’ve got to find out what it is.
They soon reached the barge. The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a beautiful azure-pink. It struck him again what a spectacularly scenic country France was, and he hated to think of ever leaving it. Or was it Hildy that he didn’t want to leave?
CHAPTER XXI
With Greg gone Hildy was at her best. She felt a tremendous lift to her spirits - a combination of Jay’s presence and attention, and the fact that Greg didn’t recognize her. This gave her a feeling of security that she hadn’t felt in weeks. Her disguise had passed the most important test.
As soon as they finished eating, Jay turned to Hildy. “How about a stroll. Maybe we could talk.”
Hildy looked at Zack. Should I? she wondered. With her whole heart she longed to go with him. But Zack sent her a warning glance. She was positive Jay wasn’t part of Greg’s plan to harm her, or that he posed any danger to her, but somehow she had to convince Zack. She motioned to him to join her at the railing of the barge.
With great reluctance he finally agreed to let her go.
The moon shone brightly on Hildy and Jay as they walked along by the canal. The crickets were chirping, the frogs were croaking, and the stars looked down on them and twinkled their magic message.
Hildy breathed deeply, almost afraid she would wake up and find it was all a dream. She looked at Jay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome man, she thought. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” Jay asked her. He started to remove his coat.
“Oh, no,” she assured him. “It’s just - “ She gestured, arms outstretched. “It’s all so beautiful!”
* * *
Jay gazed at her. I can hardly believe she’s real. She looks like an angel, walking here beside me. He could almost swear he saw a halo about her head. His sudden insight as to his true feelings for her hit him with a shock, and he finally faced the fact that he was hopelessly in love with her.
They stopped to enjoy the balmy evening breeze as it caressed their faces. The lights of the canal blended with the stars and the moon, as though they were all part of a magnificent plan put in motion just for them.
Instinctively, Jay reached out and took her hand.
* * *
At first Hildy was surprised, but she couldn’t help responding. Before she knew it she was in his arms. She turned her face toward him. Her heart pounded so loud she thought it would burst right out of her chest.
He looked down at her. No longer able to control himself he bent down and kissed her. Gently at first, then passionately, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. He pulled her closer - closer - closer - until it seemed they were almost one person.
Her arms twined around his neck as she responded with equal passion.
They stood there with the moonlight shining down on them, scarcely able to believe what was happening.
As she clung to him, weak with desire, she could feel his heart pounding against hers.
Their lips parted, and he gazed into he
r eyes. He tightened his arms around her. “I love you, Hildy,” he told her. “You must think I’m crazy. This has all happened so fast. All I know is I’ve never felt like this before.”
Hildy was no longer able to fight her strong feelings for this man. She finally found her voice as she looked deep into his eyes. She nodded, all the time trying desperately to hang on to her newly acquired accent. “I love you, too, I can’t believe it! I thought I’d never trust any man again after - “
She stopped. How can I explain about Greg? If he finds out I’m the one who accused Greg back in Boston, he’ll confront him with it. Greg will know who I am, he’ll convince Jay again that I’m the culprit, and then he’ll come after me. No, now is not the right time.
“After what, Hildy?” he asked.
“Oh - - nothing,” she said. “It’s not important.”
She smiled a brilliant smile that took his breath away. Nothing seemed to matter except the magic they had discovered in each other.
He smiled down at her. “Hildy,” he said, “I have a great idea. I’ve been thinking of taking an extra week or two and going to Scotland to see my parents. It’s been a year since I visited them, and it seems foolish not to take advantage while I’m here.”
“Jay, that’s a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed. “I’m sure it will mean a lot to them.” She looked wistful and turned her head away for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’ll miss you,” she whispered.
“Come with me,” he begged. “Surely Peter can spare you for a week or two. He’s fully capable of carrying on without you for a short time. We’ll come back here in a couple of weeks, and you and he can put the finishing touches on the picture then.”
At first Hildy hesitated, but Jay continued to press his point. “I’d really like for you to meet my folks,” he said. “I know you’ll like each other. I want to show you what a beautiful country Scotland is. Especially at this time of year.”
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