The drive home to Glasgow really was sedate; Susie sat in the back seat holding the baby as if she was made of nitroglycerine. This time there was no music allowed, although I don't think that Bohemian Rhapsody would have woken wee Jan.

"Have you spoken to Miles and Dawn?" Susie asked me, out of the blue, just as we passed Harthill.

"I called Miles last night."

"Have you still got a career?"

I laughed. I'd been saving that one up. "I surely do. He knew about you and me; Prim lied about that too. She told me that she'd said nothing to them about our thing, because she didn't want to hurt my movie prospects. That was rubbish, of course; as soon as she got back to the States, she spilled the lot to Miles and demanded that he fire me. He told her that he never let personal things influence business decisions, and he warned her not to say or do anything to upset Dawn.

"He was a bit pissed off that I hadn't trusted him enough to tell him myself, but we've sorted that out."

"Well," she muttered, 'that was easier than you thought, wasn't it?"

"I suppose so; I was never really, truly worried about that side of things, but I'm glad it's all out in the open."

"Me too." Susie paused. "Tell me something, Oz. If all this hadn't hit the press, what would you have done?"

"About the baby, you mean? Exactly what I have done. In our own time, maybe, but I'd have gone public'

"Why?"

I looked at her, in the rear-view mirror. "You're sitting there, holding our daughter, and you have to ask me that?"

"I just want to hear you say it."

"Okay. Because I've never been as proud of anything in my life as I am of being her father."

She threw me a dazzling smile. "Good. Because there won't be any more, you know. This one's going to be a spoiled only-child."

"Susie ..." I began.

She could read my mind, almost as well as Jan was able. "Don't go there, Oz. Don't give me the "I'll stand by you" speech. I've got everything planned out. I'll run the business mostly from home; my managers and staff will have to get used to meeting me there. I'll have a live-in nanny, and domestic help; someone to clean and someone to cater when I have working lunches and the like. I don't need stood by, lover, especially not by someone like you. You're just starry-eyed over being a dad, so don't go noble on me."

That shut me up; in fact neither of us spoke, until the Charing Cross turn-off. "What are you going to do while you're shooting this new movie?" Susie asked me.

"You mean where am I going to live?"

"Yes."

"I haven't made my mind up. I could take a suite in a hotel, but I had enough of them in Toronto, so I'm going to look for a place to rent for the duration. I'm not due there until the middle of next week, though; that being the case I thought I might bunk with you till then, and use the time to get myself sorted out." I looked at her in the mirror again. "Or is that not a runner?"

She grinned at me. "I think I can allow that. The thought of sleeping with a movie star still has its attractions."

Eight.

It was clear to me from the off that Susie loved that apartment. Even if she had been ready and willing, I saw that as a big obstacle to us getting together permanently, since I couldn't conceive of myself wanting to lay down any roots there, not again.

Still, our time together was fun, while it lasted, even if I found it difficult to concentrate on the script of the new movie. A new baby is a bit like a quiet fart, in that its presence pervades all the surrounding space. A few months before, wee Janet hadn't been as much as a twitching in my loins, never mind a gleam in my eye. Prim and I had muttered things about children, but vaguely, quietly, as if we were each afraid the other might take us seriously.

My Jan had been pregnant when she died; Prim had been pregnant too at one stage, by someone else, so each of us had our own mixed feelings, even if they were unexplored and unspoken.

When Susie and I had flung our fling, I had made the classic male assumption that she was on the pill. It had been years since a knotted condom had lain under my bed. Yet when she let me in on the truth, I felt my heart take flight in my chest; if Prim had given me the same tidings, it would have fallen like a stone.

I'd tried to explain my elation to myself, but I couldn't. And then wee Jan was born and I understood. Things don't have to be conventionally right; some just are. She was perfect, a doll, growing more beautiful by the day, as her face uncrumpled and her features began to define themselves. Both of her grandfathers came to visit, my Dad and Joe Donn, Susie's natural father. Joe didn't quite know what to make of me, but he made a fuss of the baby, that's for sure.

I watched her all the time. I watched Susie feed her, change her Pampers, dress her for the day, settle her down for the night. When she was asleep I couldn't stop myself from slipping into the nursery and standing there, staring at her. I'd always thought of myself as a clever bastard; I'd just never realised how clever I was, until her mother and I made her.

I was standing there, on the Wednesday after we'd brought her home, when I felt a small hand slip into mine. Susie stood beside me, looking down, just like me, her mouth hanging open in a smile as gauche as mine. Joe Donn had just headed back home to Mother well, and we were alone again with our child.

"There won't be anyone else, you know," she whispered. "Remember all that stuff I spouted back at the turn of the year, about finding a titled twerp to give me a couple of kids and a place in the country that he could run with my money? That was all crap; I've got what I want."

"So now I can piss off, is that what you're saying?"

"No. What I'm saying is that you can walk through that door any time you like, and come back any time you like."

"Mmm. I don't know if that'll work both ways."

"I don't care. As long as you provide accommodation suitable for Janet when she comes to stay with her dad, I don't care. She'll have a full-time nanny as of next week, and they'll arrive as a package."

I hadn't given any thought to that one. In fact I hadn't given any thought to anything that might happen after the baby's birth.

"Christ," I murmured, "I don't even have accommodation suitable for me at the moment."

"You still own the Spanish villa, don't you? She was made there, so where better for her to visit?"

"I'm selling that to Scott Steele. He's been renting it for a while, and he made me a good offer for it."

"What have you got in America?"

"Nothing; the place where Prim and I lived was leased, and I've let it go. If I was asked what my permanent address is right now I'd have to say that I don't have one. I don't even have a car; I sold those to Scott as well."

Susie stifled a chuckle. "Oz Blackstone, millionaire vagrant; look, I mean it. You have to have something; I'm not having you take Janet to some crappy rented condo."

"Okay, let's do some supposing. Suppose you fancied coming to visit Daddy with her, to play families for a couple of weeks? Where would you like it to be?"

"Anywhere safe, where they speak English."

I gave her my arched eyebrows look. "What the fuck are you doing in Glasgow, in that case? It's disqualified on both counts."

She dug her nails into the palm of my hand. Janet started to stir, and so we crept out of the nursery, as quietly as we had come in.

"How about life?" I asked her, as she half-closed the door behind us.

"I've seen all these places, but I'm still a Fifer at heart. My Dad's house has been lying virtually empty since Ellie moved to St. Andrews; I could take that over."

She patted my chest. "Whatever makes you happy... as long as it's good enough for our daughter."

"Nothing will ever be good enough for our daughter."

She squeezed my fairly impressive triceps. "God help the lads when they come calling, in that case."