annoyance.
âNot staying for the quiz, Lydia?â she asked archly.
Gazing seductively at Jake, Lydia traced a glossy fingernail down the line of her cleavage. âQuizzes arenât really my thing, darling. But, as My Darren used to say ⦠you canât be good at everything.â She flicked back her hair and stood up in her towering heels. âAre you ready, Jake?â
Jake flashed an apologetic smile. âSorry. It was lovely meeting you all but I â â
Not waiting for him to finish, Lydia linked her arm through his and dragged him away.
âOh my god,â puffed Jenny, the moment the pair was out of earshot. âHas he been airbrushed or something? I thought men that good-looking were only in magazines.â
âEven I could be tempted there,â chuckled Harriet. âAlthough no one else stands a chance with Lydia on the case. I donât suppose there are many red-blooded males around who could resist a cleavage like that.â
âNo,â muttered Annie wearily. âI donât suppose there are.â
CHAPTER FIVE
Jake hadnât slept well. In fact, he hadnât slept at all. Not that that was unusual. His mind often switched to overdrive when he was writing, but last night it had been especially active. Images of Lydia Pembleton chasing him all the way back to Scotland in ten-inch heels had pervaded his mind. Each time heâd woken up in a cold sweat, heart hammering nineteen to the dozen. Thankfully he hadnât slept long enough to discover what she had planned for him when she caught him. Now
that
really would have been a nightmare. By five oâclock heâd admitted defeat, tugged on shorts and a T-shirt, and gone downstairs to write. By lunchtime heâd had enough. He decided to take a break. He drove into Harrogate where he purchased some new running gear, stocked up on provisions, and had a haircut. He had just arrived back at the manor and started to unload the shopping bags when his mobile rang.
âJake, dahling. How are you?â
It was Tanya, his agent in London. Jakeâs heart sank. No doubt she wanted to nail him down to a deadline. Something he was never comfortable with.
âFine thanks, Tanya. What can I do for you?â he asked, tucking the phone under his chin as he retrieved a stray apple from the jeep floor and stuffed it into a carrier bag.
âOh, I think itâs more a case of what we can do for you, sweetie. You will never, in a million years, guess whoâs just called.â
Never a fan of the womanâs melodramatics, Jake rolled his eyes as he gathered up his shopping bags. âWell, if Iâll never guess, youâd better tell me.â
She drew in a dramatic breath before blurting out, âOnly the biggest film producing company in Hollywood. . Theyâve read your last book and ⦠wait for it ⦠they
loved
it. They loved it so much they want to make a film of it.â
Jakeâs bags tumbled to the floor. His heart skipped a beat. This was incredible news. Mind-blowing. In fact, so mind-blowing he was almost rendered speechless.
âWell, thatâs, er, very flattering,â he eventually muttered.
â
Flattering?
â echoed Tanya. âItâs phenomenal. For all of us. The agencyâs reputation will soar. And, needless to say, you will become a star. A very rich star. They are talking a lot of money, Jake.
A lot
of money. But weâre not accepting their first offer. Oh no. Our lawyers are already on the case. And of course, once it hits the press, they will be all over you. When they discover your true identity, it will cause a sensation. But donât you worry. Weâll keep it exclusive. Weâve already decided toâ¦â
As the words gushed from Tanyaâs mouth, a film of cold sweat spread over Jakeâs body. His chest constricted. His breath shortened. He felt as though someone was holding a pillow over his face,