Jenny giggled. 'That's part of his charm. It's that grungy bad-boy thing.'

'I didn't know you liked bad boys,' Lola teased.

'Oh, yes,' Jenny said. 'And tomorrow they're advertising an interview with Shelby Cheney. She's in the movie with him.'

'Wonderful,' Lola drawled sarcastically. 'Can't wait.'

'Should I turn the TV off?' Jenny asked.

'No, leave it on. Let's see what Britney and Justin and all of them are doing today,' Lola said, opening drawers full of unworn cashmere sweaters. 'I have to live vicariously now. Matt never cares to leave his precious sports. Not that I want to go out.'

'Oh look!' Jenny exclaimed.

'What?'

'Isn't that Tony Alvarez?'

Lola glanced quickly back at the TV. Sure enough there was Tony, strolling into some L.A. event with a girl on his arm. A very young, very pretty girl.

'Turn the sound up,' she ordered.

Jenny did so, and they both listened as Jann Carl spoke. 'Attending the In Style party in L.A. for paediatric AIDS, film director and one-time fiance of Lola Sanchez, Tony Alvarez announced his engagement to up-and-coming Puerto Rican singer, Maria Estevan. Maria's first album, Lost, comes out early next year.

Tony Alvarez is currently in pre-production on his next movie, Manic, starring Nick Logan and Lara Ivory.'

Lola stared at the TV in shock. He'd done it. He'd actually done it. The bastard had gone and gotten himself engaged.

Who was the little tramp anyway? She looked about twelve years old with her curly brown hair and slight build. No boobs. No ass. Not sexy at all. Nothing like Lola Sanchez.

How could he do this to her? How could he?

She knew why. She'd rejected him, and this time it would not be so easy to get him back.

Not that she planned on doing so. Hell, no. She'd made a promise to God and it was one promise she intended to keep.

Caught was winding down, and still Shelby had not heard from Linc. She was devastated. They'd been married for over four years and he'd always come back to her whenever they'd had any kind of fight.

This time there was an ominous silence, apart from the things she read in the gossip columns and saw on TV. Apparently a photographer was suing him for millions of dollars, claiming assault and battery outside a strip club.

So now he was frequenting strip clubs. Obviously he was completely out of control.

Her parents had arrived from London, which was nice. They were not the kind of parents who would question her into the ground, they were there to offer their support if she needed it.

She invited Pete over for dinner. Her mother helped out in the kitchen, and they cooked a traditional English meal of roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes. Pete was a big hit, and her parents warmed to him immediately.

After dinner, they all sat outside on the terrace. Shelby played with the puppy, whom she'd christened Tiger, while Pete talked to her father about vintage cars and how surprised he'd be when he saw Shelby doing her car stunt in Caught.

Later her parents went off for a stroll around the grounds, leaving Pete and her alone.

'Thanks for inviting me this evening,' he said. 'The dinner was great. Those potatoes - I'm hooked.'

'It's my pleasure,' she replied. 'My parents like you.'

'Are they here because of what's going on between you and Linc?'

'They don't believe in interfering so they haven't said anything, and I'm not volunteering any information.'

'You never do,' he said wryly. 'Not even to me.'

'Don't push me, Pete.'

'I wouldn't do that. But I see everything too. Now Linc's photographed leaving strip clubs and beating up photographers with some model girlfriend by his side.

I don't get it, Shelby. You should be instigating divorce proceedings. What are you waiting for?'

She nodded silently. She knew he was right, but something was holding her back.

It wasn't as easy as everyone seemed to think.

The next day, as soon as she finished work, she drove over to her therapist's office.

'What do you think I should do?' she asked Brenda, hunching forward on the couch.

'That's not for me to say,' Brenda replied in measured tones. 'It's your decision, Shelby.'

'You always say it's my decision,' she said, wishing Brenda would be more forthcoming. 'Meanwhile, I'm coming to you for your advice.'

'No, Shelby, you're coming to me because you need to talk about what's happening. My job is to help you listen to yourself. That's what you have to do.

You'll know when it's the right time for you to consider divorce. You don't need me to tell you.'

'There's another man,' Shelby blurted.

Brenda was surprised. 'You haven't mentioned that before.'

'He was my boyfriend before Linc. He's working on my movie, and... I think I like him.'

'Enough to leave Linc for him?'

'Linc's already left me, hasn't he?' she said sadly.

'Has he?'

'It's obvious.'

'As I said before, Shelby, only you can make the decisions that affect your future.'

Damn! She was getting nowhere fast. Talking to Brenda was like wading through quicksand.

On the way home she started thinking more deeply about Brenda's words. Perhaps they made sense after all. It was true - only she could make the decisions that affected her future.

Then that was exactly what she had to do - make up her mind. Either her marriage was over or it wasn't. And only she could decide which it was.

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

At the airport, Matt trailed behind Lola organizing her piles of luggage. She seemed to have accumulated a dozen more suitcases during her stay in New York.

The usual army of paparazzi were staked out at Kennedy. Lola was happy to pose with Matt. No more scandal, she was a good girl now.

Oh, yes, and no more Tony, because the bastard had gone and got himself engaged to some Puerto Rican tramp. God! How could he walk away from her as if she meant nothing to him?

No, her inner voice informed her, you walked away from him. And it was a wise move. The man is nothing more than a dangerous thug.

He might be a dangerous thug, but that didn't mean she was able to stop loving him.

'Over here, Lola,' called one of the photographers. 'Big smile.'

She put her arm round Matt and posed, making Matt a very happy husband.

'Did you enjoy working with Linc Blackwood?' another of the photographers called out.

'Linc Blackwood is a real star,' she said graciously. 'I'm sure everyone who goes to our movie will definitely enjoy it.'

Matt did not agree. He'd seen the dailies. As soon as they were settled back in L.A. he planned on resuming his acting classes. If Linc Blackwood could be a star, there was hope for anybody.

'Cut. It's a print,' Cat called out.

The cinematographer gave her the thumbs-up sign, and the actors in the scene dispersed.

'Are you okay?' Cat asked, walking over to Shelby.

'Yes, I'm fine. Why?' Shelby answered, as the wardrobe woman took her jacket and handed her a robe.

'You look awfully pale.'

'I was feeling a bit headachy this morning,' Shelby admitted.

'Go to your trailer and take a break. It'll be at least forty minutes before we get to the next shot.'

'I think that's a good idea,' Shelby said.

'Only a few more days to go,' Cat said, grinning triumphantly, 'and we're ahead of schedule and under budget. In Merrill's eyes I'm the girl genius.'

'That's excellent news,' Shelby said.

'Are you bringing your parents to the wrap party?'

'I was thinking of doing so.'

'Bring 'em. It'll be a blast.'

'I'm not so sure. They won't know anyone. Perhaps I should take them out to dinner instead.'

'With Pete?'

'Cat,' she said warningly, 'don't cause trouble.'

'Just asking,' Cat said innocently. 'I mean, I know Linc is seeing Allegra, it's all over the papers, so you shouldn't feel guilty.'

'You're a fine one to talk,' Shelby responded. 'What's happening with you and Nick?'

Cat grinned again. 'I'll let you know in a couple of days.'

'Oh, I see. It's like that, is it?'

'Yeah, it's like that,' Cat said, suddenly feeling shy.

Shelby went to her trailer to rest. Tiger greeted her, tail wagging. He'd peed all over the floor, but she didn't care. She scooped him up into her arms and cuddled him, not feeling great.

She lay down on the couch and tried not to think about Linc. Then suddenly it struck her like a flash of lightning. Oh, God! She was two weeks late, and she was never late. Was it possible that she was finally pregnant?

No. Not now. The timing couldn't be worse.

She started thinking back. The last time Linc had made love to her was that fateful weekend in New York. He'd ambushed her on the couch in his hotel, almost forcing himself upon her. And he'd not withdrawn as he usually did.

How ironic if it had happened then.

She had to find out. Unfortunately she could hardly pop into the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy-testing kit because it would be all over the news before she got home. And if she sent someone to get it for her, same deal. So she called her gynaecologist and made an emergency appointment for later that day.

She cuddled the little puppy to her. If she was pregnant, she had no idea what she'd do.

'Here's the deal,' Nick said, unshaven, his dark unruly hair flopping on his forehead. 'After the wrap party I've got a surprise for you, so bring an overnight bag.'

'Are we eloping to Vegas?' Cat deadpanned. 'Do you want to screw me so badly that we have to get married? I hope you've booked an Elvis impersonator. I refuse to do it unless you organize the full deal.'

He laughed. 'Sorry to disappoint you, but there'll be no getting down on one knee, and definitely no ring.'

'Shame!' she said, mocking him. 'I'm so disappointed.'

'Overnight bag. Wrap party. Don't forget.'

'Like I would forget. I think I'm finally as horny as you!'