said quietly, ‘and the sheer drop to the sea. Then we can gradually move to the background of the pine forest and sweep down to a view of the lake, so that we see the sun shining on the surface.’
The cameraman nodded, and Ross went on, ‘Lastly, I want you to bring in the bridge over the main road and try to give us an impression of the sheer height and majesty of it all. We’ll tie all that in with atmospheric music and build up to a crescendo.’
‘Okay. And that’s where we cut to the car chase?’
‘That’s right. As soon as that comes to an end, we’ll go straight into the stunt scene.’
‘You want the lorry to come into the picture from the east? I’ll need a clear signal for that.’
‘Yes. I’ll let you know as soon as the driver starts up the engine.’
‘Okay.’
Alyssa watched all the activity around her with interest. The actors who would be needed for the next scene were standing around, chatting to one another, languid in the heat of the sun as they waited to be called. Everyone wanted to see how the stunt would go. The technicians had planned it down to the last detail, and there had been several rehearsals, but now it was time for the real thing, and the stuntman, Alex, was in position on the bridge, a lone, dark figure against the protective rail.
Ross came over to her. He was in prime form, bubbling with energy and totally enthusiastic about the way things were going. ‘I’m going to be tied up with this for the next hour or so,’ he told her, ‘but I thought we might have lunch later at the new restaurant that’s opened up in town … Benvenuto. It’s down by the marina. They do some great dishes there. I think you’ll like it.’
‘Sounds great. I’ll look forward to it.’ Alyssa smiled at him and on the spur of the moment he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly on the lips.
‘Me, too.’
‘Oh.’ She was startled by the fervour that went into that kiss. ‘What was that for?’
He grinned. ‘I really appreciate what you’ve done here for us these last few weeks. Everyone says you’ve been brilliant, helping with everything from toothache to blistered toes. And I love the way you’ve looked over the script and offered advice on the medical stuff. Even if they’re just a minor part of the film, it’s important we get the hospital scenes right. And in the restaurant, when the man keels over, we needed to know how a doctor would respond.’
‘Let’s hope that won’t be necessary at the restaurant today.’ She laughed. ‘It’ll be great to sit and enjoy a meal in peace and quiet after all the goings-on on set.’
‘Yeah, too right.’ He gave her a final hug before letting her go. Then he hurried over to the lorry driver to give some final instructions.
‘Going by the looks of things, it seems you and Ross are getting closer every day.’ There was an edge to Connor’s voice, and Alyssa looked at him in surprise as he came to stand beside her. His jaw was faintly clenched as though he was holding himself in restraint. He was wearing stone-coloured trousers and a casual, open-necked shirt, and he looked cool in the heat of the day.
‘Hello, Connor,’ she greeted him in a light tone, trying to counteract his disapproval. ‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I imagined you would be at work.’ In fact, she’d seen very little of him these last few weeks, considering that they shared the same house, but she guessed he started work early at the hospital and he often came home late. Occasionally, he’d gone over to Florida to oversee his other project. Perhaps he’d been going out of an evening, too, once his shift ended.
As to his comment about her and Ross … she simply wasn’t going to answer him. He was obviously hung up on the situation, so why make matters worse? It bothered her, though, that he had seen that kiss. How would she ever be able to convince him that there was nothing going on between her and his brother after that?
‘It’s my day off,’ he said, ‘so I thought I’d come and see how things were going here. Apparently the filming’s on schedule so far.’ His dark gaze moved over her. ‘And I wondered how you were getting on. Has it been the quiet, relaxing time you expected?’
‘Not exactly,’ she murmured. ‘But, then, I’ve been making something of an effort to get to grips with the job from the start.’
‘Yes, so I heard.’ A glimmer of respect flickered in the depths of his eyes. ‘Ross has been singing your praises for days now. Apparently, you’ve made yourself known to everyone on set and managed to get a medical history from each one of them. He’s very impressed with the way you’ve been handling things.’
Alyssa shrugged lightly, inadvertently loosening one of the thin straps of her broderie-anglaise top, so that it slid down the lightly tanned, silky smooth slope of her shoulder. ‘It’s what I’m paid to do, and the job is exactly what I thought it would be. I made it my business to get to know as much as I could about everyone beforehand so that I would have a good idea what I’m dealing with.’
‘Very commendable.’ Before she could remedy the offending strap, he reached out and hooked a finger beneath the cotton, carefully sliding it back into place. His touch trailed over her bare flesh like the slow lick of flame, causing an unexpected, feverish response to cascade through her, heating her blood and quickening her pulse. ‘There,’ he murmured. ‘You’re all neat and tidy once more.’
‘I … urn … have you … have you been to see every one of Ross’s films being made?’ she asked, disconcerted by his action and lifting a hand to push back the curls from her hot face. The movement lifted her brief top and exposed a small portion of her bare midriff, pale gold above the waistband of her dark jeans. His glance flicked downwards and lingered there for a while.
‘I … uh …’ He sounded distracted for a moment and then he cleared his throat. ‘Most of them. I like to keep up with what’s going on in the film world from time to time. Even though he’s my brother, I must say Ross’s work is good. He’s had some notable successes. He deserves them because he works hard and pays a lot of attention to detail.’
She nodded. ‘I’ve noticed that, too. He’s been worrying about this morning’s stunt, though. The timing has to be perfect. The stuntman has to jump from the bridge onto the moving lorry to escape from his pursuers, and he has to do it at exactly the right moment. They’ve even worked out how to make sure the lorry will be going at a certain speed when he jumps.’
He nodded. ‘I guess that’s what you might expect with these action adventure films. There always has to be something spectacular going on. After all, that’s what the audience pays to see.’
Ross gave the signal for the camera recording to begin, and they turned to watch the proceedings. Around them, the buzz of conversation came to a halt and everyone’s gaze was riveted to the scene about to take place. A lorry began to gradually pick up speed on the main road, which had been temporarily cleared of traffic while filming took place. The stuntman abandoned a wrecked car on the bridge and ran, chased determinedly by burly men who looked as though they meant business … nasty business. Coming to the concrete bulwark, he glanced around as though his character was trying to assimilate his options in double quick time.
With nowhere to go, and his pursuers gaining ground with every second that passed, he sprang up onto the guard-rail, remained poised for a moment, and then, as the men snapped at his heels, he leapt from the bridge.
The landing was perfect. He balanced, feet apart on top of the moving lorry, but a moment later a shocked gasp went up as the onlookers took in what happened next. Somehow Alex’s foot twisted beneath him and the momentum of the still moving lorry flipped him onto his back, causing him to topple to the ground.
Alyssa was already on the move as it was happening, grabbing her medical equipment and racing towards the road where Alex was lying on the grass verge, groaning in agony. Her heart began to pound against the wall of her chest. This was the last thing she had expected. They’d been working so hard to