I looked up, suddenly and very unexpectedly, feeling a little emotional.
Jeremy screwed up his face. ‘Oh shit. You’re not going to cry, are you?’
‘No! Of course I’m not! I was just … well, thank you. For what you said.’
He nodded gruffly, and continued. ‘So. I’ll get Liv to email you the plans. All the flights and hotels and whatnot are booked. I took the liberty of already telling her you’d take the job. There’s a table booked for the four of you tonight at seven-thirty at The Ivy, I understand. Liv and Sandy will fill you in on everything about what they want then.’
‘The Ivy? The four of us?’
‘Yep. Been there?’
I shook my head.
‘You’ll like it. Food’s good. And yes, the four of you – obviously there’s a photographer joining you.’
‘Oh! Of course.’ I wondered which of the photographers we used would be coming and crossed my fingers it wasn’t Roaming Hands Richard.
Jeremy seemed to read my mind. ‘Don’t worry, it’s not Dick.’
I tried to stifle the smile but my boss saw and his mouth twitched. We all knew it drove Richard up the wall being called “Dick” which was exactly why Jeremy did it. That, and because he knew his reputation. He only ever used him when he was desperate and when the journalist he’d be working with was male. I didn’t think Jeremy would have any inclination to let Dick within several miles of his daughter, let alone on a trip like this, but still.
‘I didn’t actually have anything to do with choosing the photographer – which is probably just as well as I don’t think even I would have been able to get this guy. He’s one of the best. Always in demand. I’m surprised he agreed to do it, to be honest. Bit of a change from National Geographic and war reporting.’
I smiled. ‘Sounds amazing. So how come he agreed then?’
My boss shook his head. ‘Doing it as a favour apparently. Used to go out with Liv’s friend a while back. Totally broke her heart. She knew Liv loved his work and that his shots would be head and shoulders above what most would make of this assignment. Asked him to do it to make up for all the heartache, or some such bollocks. He agreed. Not sure if that makes him a nice guy or a mug but I’d like to think it’s because he’s got a decent side, even if he is a heart breaker.’ He gave a shrug. ‘I checked him out. I knew his work, obviously, but didn’t know much about the man, apart from what Liv had told me. Good guy. Professional, likeable. Everyone he’s worked with, and for, wouldn’t hesitate to use him again.’ Jeremy paused, ‘Are you all right? Do you want a glass of water? You look a bit of a funny colour.’
I heard him moving about his office and took the glass he shoved in front of my face. ‘Try not to throw up in here, though, eh? They’ve just cleaned the carpets.’
I nodded gingerly and tried to stop the clanging in my head that had started the moment my boss had told me the photographer I’d be working with had dated his daughter’s friend.
I’d seen the headlines in the social pages: Russian Socialite Dating Adventurer Photographer. I wasn’t particularly into celebrity gossip but that time my hand had stilled on the page as I had looked at the beautiful woman gazing up adoringly at the man whose arm was around her waist. My ex. Hunter Scott.
‘Better?’ My boss looked concerned. I wasn’t entirely sure if that concern was for me or the carpet.
I nodded.
‘You’re not ill, are you?’
I closed my eyes momentarily. ‘Nope.’
‘Good. I think this is going to be a great opportunity for you, Mia. Once you’ve seen Liv and Sandy tonight, come and see me tomorrow and we can go over the extra bits I want from you.’
‘Extra bits?’
‘You want to write travel, don’t you?’
‘Yes! Yes, I do. Definitely!’
‘Well, this is going to give me a chance to see what you can do when you’re not in the deepest, darkest depths of Norfolk.’
‘Really?’ I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
He nodded. ‘Really. Scott will get great shots and he’s up for me using some in articles.’
My smile faded. For just a moment I’d forgotten … There was no way Hunter was going to agree to work with me on this. My stomach churned as the realisation dawned that my big chance was quite possibly over before I’d even had a taste of it.
‘Have you seen any of his work?’
I nodded. ‘Umm … yes. Yes, I think I have.’ I’d actually had firsthand experience of some of his very best work and could categorically say he was extremely talented – but I didn’t think my boss needed to know that.
‘Great. Like I say, I couldn’t believe he agreed to this. Seems a bit tame for his portfolio.’
‘Perhaps he just fancied a change.’
‘Yep, maybe.’ My boss checked his watch.
‘I’d better get back to work,’ I said, taking the hint.
‘No, hold up. Ah, here he is now. I thought you might want to meet each other before tonight.’ I caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and dark, cropped hair moving through the office as I sank back down slowly on my chair. Hunter walked in, his face breaking into a smile at my boss as they shook hands.
‘Scott! So pleased to finally meet you in person. Your reputation precedes you, of course.’ He closed the door again behind Hunter. ‘Liv is beside herself that you agreed to do it.’
Hunter gave that easy smile again. ‘I kind of owed her friend a favour.’ The deep voice with its faded South African accent immediately brought up memories that would do me no good right now. I shoved them back into the deepest, darkest, dustiest corner of my mind.
My boss gave him a conspiratorial look. ‘Yeah, I heard something about that.’ Hunter had the grace – or wherewithal – to look a little sheepish. Jeremy waved his hand. ‘Oh, don’t worry about it. Ilana’s happy as Larry with her new bloke. Richer than Croesus to boot so I wouldn’t feel too bad. Lovely girl, but she always did have a flair for the dramatic.’ Hunter smiled but remained silent, ever the gentleman.
‘Right. Introductions. Scott, this is Mia Walker, the journo I told you about. Mia, meet Hunter Scott.’
He told him about me?
Clearly Hunter had kept our previous connection to himself as Jeremy wouldn’t have hesitated to have brought that up in our earlier chat. Taking my cue from Hunter, we shook hands like the strangers we were apparently pretending to be.
‘I feel I ought to let you know that I did actually request another journo to do this with me. No offence. I’ve worked with her before. We know each other’s ways.’
‘I see,’ I said, doing my best to keep my verbal footing, ‘Well, I guess that’s understandable. But I’m perfectly capable of handling this assignment just as well, if not better, so you don’t need to worry on that front.’
Hunter gave me a look, his brow furrowing momentarily. From the corner of my eye, I saw my boss rub his hand across his face, hiding his grin.
I stepped back and retook my seat, at the same time realising my nails were digging so hard into my palms they were about to draw blood. I concentrated on relaxing them. Good to know my ex had already tried to get me bumped from a job for my own boss. It would appear that time didn’t heal all wounds after all. Although it certainly looked like Hunter Scott was doing pretty well on every other front. His career was stellar, he looked broader, a little more tanned and, if the celebrity media was to be believed, had clearly been getting a lot more action than I had in the past five years. His comment to me, and his general manner, indicated he was also tougher, a little harsher than I remembered. Perhaps we really were strangers. The Hunter I knew would never have tried to tank someone’s career out of spite. I guess people change. And yes, I knew I’d probably had a certain amount to do with that change, but Hunter had always had his own mind. Our break-up certainly hadn’t been pretty but I found it hard to believe it was the sole cause for such a distinctive change in him. Or was it just that, somewher
e deep inside, I didn’t want to shoulder that blame alone?
‘Sorry?’ I said, pulling myself back to the moment.
My boss frowned at me. ‘Are you sure you’re not sick, Mia?’
I took a sip of the water I was still holding and gave him my most professional smile.
‘Definitely not. I’m perfectly fine.’
Hunter turned his back on us to gaze out of the window, taking in the view upstream towards the rest of London.
Jeremy gave me a look, tilted his head towards our guest and then back at me. I shrugged. I wasn’t about to let on that we had … history. If Jeremy thought there was more to it than Hunter just being a little arrogant, then there was every chance he would pull me from the job. His daughter’s happiness was his priority and I totally understood that. If he thought my past with Hunter might cause any ripples in that happiness, I knew he’d seriously reconsider whether I was the right person for the job. But I knew I was. This was my chance. And I wasn’t about to give that up for anyone. I’d worked for this and I was sure as hell not going to let Hunter Scott take it away from me. I knew I could do this job. Even though I wasn’t entirely sure what the assignment was yet, I still knew I could do it, whatever it was. Even if Hunter thought differently. My boss gave an eyebrow-raise, before turning back to Hunter and asking him about his most recent assignment. Something in deepest Bolivia for National Geographic, apparently.
‘I hope you’re not going to be too bored with this assignment. It’s obviously a lot different from what you usually do.’ The fact that Hunter had immediately brought up his preference for a different journalist clearly had my boss on a heightened-alert status. And he’d researched him, just as he would have done anyone who was going to be in close proximity to his only child. Hunter’s reputation was such that he could pretty much pick and choose who he worked with. And it was clear to all of us he didn’t choose to work with me. My boss knew me. And he’d chosen me. But I could tell he wasn’t entirely unconcerned about the possibility of his daughter’s preferred, award-winning photographer backing out because of that choice. Hunter smiled and leant back in the chair he’d now sat in.
‘I’ve glanced over the itinerary, and I’ve been to most of these places before. I know where to find something entertaining to do if I need to.’
Or someone more entertaining to do, more likely. At six-foot-three, and what I’d often seen described as “ruggedly beautiful”, Hunter Scott stood out. I knew from experience he’d be hit on before he finished ordering his first drink at the bar. He’d never been into all that one-night stand stuff much before, but from the clippings I’d seen, and meeting him again just now, he didn’t appear to be the same man I’d once known. Hunter stood to leave and I stood too, instantly wishing I’d chosen to wear heels today instead of flats. I tilted my head up to where he now stood, pretty much a whole foot taller than me.
‘Guess I’ll see you tonight at the restaurant,’ he said, looking down at me.
I thought about asking him to try repeating the sentence with a little less enthusiasm but I didn’t think it would be physically possible for him to do so.
‘You will indeed.’
‘Great.’
Again. So much enthusiasm.
Jeremy pumped his hand energetically and Hunter left, with most of the surrounding female – and a few male – eyes upon him as he did so. I made to leave too but my boss gestured for me to stay. I closed the door and turned back, tilting my head in question.
‘Wasn’t sure if we’d lost him there. Seems like he’s used to people agreeing with his demands. Talent can do that for you.’
Not to mention the fact that he’s hot as—
‘But I think we’re OK.’ Jeremy interrupted my thought. ‘From what I hear, when this guy gives his word, he means it.’
‘You could have warned me he’d already tried to get me bumped.’
‘It wasn’t that he didn’t want to work with you. It was just that he preferred this other woman.’
I wasn’t so sure of the truth of the first half but was pretty damn sure about the second bit.
‘But you’re right. I should have given you a heads-up about that. To be honest, I didn’t think he’d bring it up. I guess he felt the need to be super-honest.’
Yeah. Something like that.
‘I guess so. Well, at least I know where I stand with him now, anyway.’
Jeremy leant back in his seat again and fixed me with a serious look. ‘Mia. You’re a really good writer. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be sending you on this. Just be the competent, intelligent journalist you are and Scott will soon see you’re just as good as this other woman. Probably better.’
‘Absolutely. Understood.’ I wasn’t entirely convinced anything I did would change the opinion Hunter Scott held about me – but this was work. And I was going to do my damnedest to make this break pay for me. It was pretty clear that Hunter was different from the man I’d known five years ago. But I was different too. And just because his now-stellar career had led him to a point where he could command his own price, date socialites and be regularly listed looking all hot and daring in yet another article on the World’s Most Eligible and Exciting Bachelors, it didn’t mean I was going to be intimidated by him. And it certainly didn’t mean I was about to give up the career chance of a lifetime just because the circumstances might make him a little uncomfortable. I was going to have to deal with it, so he damn well could too.
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