Action by Janet Elizabeth Henderson

Author:Janet Elizabeth Henderson
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: British fiction, humorous fiction, English humour, Women's fiction, screenplay, movie star, making a movie, cop hero, alpha hero, screwball comedy, comedy
Publisher: janet elizabeth henderson
Published: 2012-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

STILL 7 LONG DAYS TO make a movie...

HIS DAY MESSING WITH Davina hadn’t gone as planned, so for the life of him Jack could not figure out what he was doing back at her house. He rang the doorbell anyway.

“What do you want?” Davina sounded bone weary. “It’s only been two hours since I saw you last, Jack. It isn’t long enough.”

Jack felt the same twinge of guilt that had forced him into action.

“I brought a peace offering.”

He held up two extra-large pizza boxes and a six pack of Budweiser.

“You brought me pizza and beer?”

He looked at the beer.

“No, the pizza is to share, the beer is for me.”

She sighed heavily.

“And this is supposed to make up for trashing my car?”

Jack cringed.

“If it’s any consolation I have a red ring around my backside from where I was stuck in the chair.”

“That does make me feel slightly better,” she said. “But only slightly. Definitely not enough to have dinner with you.”

He flinched. Dinner sounded date-like and this wasn’t a date. Nothing like a date at all. No siree.

“Come on,” he said. “You look hungry. Let me feed you. I feel bad about the car. I didn’t mean to trash it.”

That was the thing. Consciously, he wouldn’t have damaged it. But he was beginning to wonder if his subconscious had wanted to kill the car. He shook his head. Obviously three visits to the shrink was three too many – now he was analysing himself.

“I’m sure it’s fixable.” He looked at the wreck – he was pretty sure it was scrap metal. “I know a guy. I’ll call him first thing in the morning.”

She folded her arms over a delicate grey sweater that looked like it was made of fine baby wool. He had a sudden urge to rub his cheek against it and see if it was as soft as it looked.

“Okay,” he said instead. “So, how about a truce?”

He waved the boxes in front of her.

“I got stuffed crust and extra cheese.”

She bit her lip as she eyed the box. He could tell that she wanted the pizza, but she still wanted to be mad at him too.

“I was planning an early night.”

“It’s only seven. We’ll eat fast and you can still get to bed early.”

Her eyes strayed to the squished marshmallow of a car.

“I’ll fix everything tomorrow,” he said. “In the meantime you can hit me again if it makes you feel better. Although, not on the head. Two concussions a week is my limit.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Jack let out a sigh. He didn’t know why it was so important to make peace with Crazy Davy, but it was and seeing a smile made him feel like he’d won the lottery.

“It’s just food, Davy.”

“It’s been a helluva day, Jack, and I don’t have the energy to spar with you.”

She was definitely wavering.

“We have a truce, remember? No talk of the house or inspection for the duration of dinner.”

“No trying to destroy my things?” she said.

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