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Golden Fever


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up, giving a casual wave.

      Clare hurried back to Harvey’s room, getting lost a couple of times and having to ask the way, being further delayed as the people she asked recognised her and asked for her autograph.

      The feelings of apprehension she had been experiencing since she had accepted the part of Caroline suddenly seemed to loom up black and dangerous. She should never have agreed to come here, should have followed her instinct and stayed far away from Los Angeles.

      Harvey took some time to answer the door, and she tapped her shoe impatiently on the floor as she waited. He looked less than his usual immaculate self when he at last opened the door, a robe pulled hastily over his nakedness, his fair hair tousled from sleep.

      But Clare cared nothing for this, walking agitatedly into the room and closing the door behind her.

      Harvey blinked to clear the sleep from his head. ‘What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be on your way to the meeting?’

      Her mouth twisted. ‘The meeting Jason called—only it wasn’t Jason, was it?’ Her tone was brittle.

      ‘Oh lord!’ He put a hand to his temple. ‘With the rush of the last few days I forgot to tell you——’

      ‘Tell me now, Harvey,’ she encouraged sharply.

      ‘Faulkner had an accident a week or so ago, a fall from a horse, I think. He broke his leg.’

      ‘So he’s completely out of the picture?’ Clare said with dread.

      ‘Afraid so,’ her fianc$eA nodded.

      ‘But I—Who’s replacing him?’ she demanded abruptly.

      ‘Didn’t I tell you?’ he frowned. ‘No, I don’t suppose I did. Well, it obviously had to be someone who could act as well as direct——’

      ‘Yes?’ she prompted tensely.

      ‘They managed to get Rourke Somerville,’ Harvey told her excitedly. ‘A piece of luck really. Normally he wouldn’t have been free, but the film he should have been working on has been delayed several months. I think he …’

      Harvey’s voice continued to drone on, but Clare was no longer listening. Rourke … Oh God, Rourke was here, on this very ship, and she was going to be working with him!

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