I guess I do.

So be sensible. Get out now.

But that means abandoning him when he needs me.

That won’t be your problem.

Loving Travis will always be my problem. I can either love him at a distance, wondering how he is. Or I can love him close up, doing everything I can to make him happy.

And being hurt yourself. Think about it.

The same look was on Marcel’s face when he finally led his new wife back along the aisle, followed by applause from the congregation.

Then the photographs, a dozen different combinations of family members. In one, Amos stood with all five of his sons. This was followed by pictures of Amos with Darius and Marcel, then Jackson and Leonid.

‘Wait,’ Amos called. ‘We haven’t finished. Travis, get over here.’

And so it came about that Travis was the only one of Amos’s sons to be photographed alone with him.

‘Yes,’ Charlene murmured happily. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’

The reception was a riot of speeches and champagne. Watching the bride and groom, Charlene saw the same look she’d seen on Marcel’s face earlier. Darius too looked the same whenever his eyes fell on Harriet.

Would he look at you like that, at your wedding? demanded the sensible voice.

Probably. He’s a very good actor.

At last the guests began to leave. The goodbyes were said, and the rest of the evening became an extension of the family reunion. Cassie and Marcel were staying in Paris that night, leaving for their honeymoon next day, when the rest of the family departed. Travis, Charlene was glad to notice, was deep in conversation with Leonid, whose grim air had vanished in the pleasure of his brother’s company. As she passed by, both men reached out to catch her hand and drew her to sit with them.

‘I was saying how glad I am to meet my brother again,’ Leonid said, ‘and how sad that tomorrow we must say goodbye, and not know when next we meet.’

Charlene was inspired.

‘But that’s easy,’ she said. ‘The show filmed an episode in London, so why not an episode in Moscow?’

‘That’s brilliant!’ Travis exclaimed.

‘But you are going to do the film,’ Leonid protested. ‘Will you have time?’

‘I haven’t got the film yet, and even if I do there are TV episodes to shoot first. I’ll talk to them about this as soon as we get back to LA.’

‘And they will say yes because you are a very big man and they do as you wish,’ Leonid said triumphantly. ‘Just wait until you get to Moscow and I can boast that this is my brother.’

He seized Charlene’s hand and kissed it.

‘Thank you for your idea. You are a genius. Travis, your lady is a genius.’

‘I know that,’ he said, regarding her with fond gratitude.

‘Come on, I only suggested it.’ She laughed. ‘If they do this it will be to please Travis.’

‘True,’ Leonid agreed. ‘Travis is the great man. But a great man needs a great lady beside him all the time.’

‘He certainly does,’ Travis said firmly. ‘Damn! Why does the phone have to ring now? Hello, Joe!…What’s that?’ Suddenly his face brightened. ‘Are you sure? It’s not a mistake? That’s great. Yes, I’ll make a note of the date. Next month. Right.’

‘What is it?’ she asked.

‘It’s the nominations for the TopGo Television Drama Awards. Joe’s had some advance notice.’

‘And you’ve got a nomination?’ Darius demanded. The family were gathering around them.

‘More than one, apparently. Joe, how many? How many?’ He looked around frantically. ‘Paper-paper-’

Jackson produced a scrap of paper. Leonid shoved a pen into Travis’s hands. Now everyone was riveted as he began to scribble.

‘That’s four!’ Marcel exclaimed, reading over his shoulder as Travis hung up. ‘Four nominations?’

‘Let’s see,’ squeaked Harriet. Seizing the paper, she began to read aloud. ‘“Award for the best performance by a leading actor in a television series. Award for the best comedy performance by an actor in a television series.”’

‘It’s a con,’ Travis groaned. ‘There was one episode that was played for laughs, so someone’s been pulling strings to get me this nomination. It doesn’t mean a thing.’

‘Stop being modest,’ Jackson ordered. ‘It doesn’t suit you. What else is there?’

‘“Award for the best dramatic performance by an actor in a television play,”’ Harriet read. ‘You do one-off plays as well?’

‘I did one last year. Just one.’

‘And “best contribution to an educational feature,”’

Harriet read.

Travis’s brothers roared with laughter. ‘Education?’ Darius echoed. ‘You?’

‘Very funny.’ Travis grinned. ‘I made an appearance in a couple of documentaries. I told you, it’s a con. Somebody’s fixed this.’

‘Of course,’ Marcel declared. ‘Nobody could ever think you were “somebody” just because you’ve got more nominations than the rest.’

Everyone cheered and applauded, raising their glasses in salute, while Travis looked modestly embarrassed even through his laughter.

Amos took the paper from Harriet and studied it.

‘It’s a fix,’ Travis repeated. ‘Nobody gets as many as that unless someone’s pulling strings.’

‘Of course,’ Amos agreed. ‘Obviously this is about boosting you for the film part. You will win everything. Your incredible achievement will be in the papers, and the part will be yours. Excellent.’

‘You think that’s good?’ Travis queried.

‘If you want something to happen, you have to arrange for it to happen,’ Amos told him. ‘Clearly you are supported by big, important people.’

It was clear that Travis had gone up in his estimation. In Amos Falcon’s world this was how things were done.

‘You mentioned a date next month,’ Amos said.

Travis nodded. ‘The award ceremony is on the fifteenth, in Los Angeles.’

‘Splendid. I shall be there.’

‘And me,’ Marcel said at once. ‘And Cassie.’

‘And me,’ Darius added. ‘And Harriet.’

Jackson and Leonid joined in, and with dizzying speed it was set up. All Travis’s family, even Amos, would be there for his great event. Both professionally and personally, this would be his night of glory.

On the way up to their suite he was incandescent, whooping, ‘You did it! You did it!’

‘No, you did it,’ she protested.

‘Don’t argue with me. You did it. Come here!’

He pulled her hard against him, kissing her with a fierce eagerness that brought her own desire rioting to the surface, overwhelming her despite her good resolutions. Only the sound of the elevator doors opening brought them back to earth.

‘Come on,’ he said, heading for their suite.

Once inside, he held her face between his hands, smiling into her eyes.

‘Leonid’s right,’ he said. ‘I need you beside me, so now you definitely have to marry me.’

‘But-’

‘No buts. I won’t take no for an answer. Say you’ll marry me.’

‘Travis-’

‘Say yes. Say it.’

Overjoyed but bewildered, she searched his face, desperately trying to understand something that could never be understood.

‘Say it!’

‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes.’

‘You mean it? You won’t change your mind?’

‘I mean it.’

‘Prove it to me.’

No need to ask what he meant. Even as he spoke, he was drawing her down onto the bed, and she went eagerly.

In the days after their first loving they’d been wary of each other, making her wonder if it would ever happen again. Now she understood how terrible that would have been. Never to have touched him again, or feel him touch her, never again to know the sweet thrill of being close to him, then closer until finally they were each other’s with a completeness that made her dizzy with delight.

He loved slowly, even hesitantly, as though the first loving had left him still in doubt. But that was his way, she thought, trying to think clearly through a haze of pleasure. It was hard for him to be truly confident, even now, but surely it was in her power to find the way for him. With her arms firmly around him she gave herself up to the sensations and emotions that were like a new world: the world they would find together.

When he was asleep she rose and went to sit by the window, watching his still form on the bed. Common sense was still raging at her, and she knew she must tell it to stop its nonsense once and for all.

You did it. You gave in, settled for second best.

Travis could never be second best.

But what he’s offering you is second best, and you know it. Is it coincidence that it happened tonight? You proved your usefulness again with that Moscow suggestion, and now he’s definitely not going to let you go.

I don’t want him to let me go.

But what’s he offering? Love?

I don’t know.

Yes, you do. He’s not in love with you, not the way you are with him.

But he needs me, and I’ll be there for him. And if…if one day it’s over, I’ll still be glad of the time we had together.

This is the twenty-first century. What happened to liberated woman?

I guess I’m not very liberated where Travis is concerned. And that’s fine by me. I’ll love him and cherish him, and give him whatever I can. And if he’s happy, that’s all I ask. Now go away and don’t come bothering me again.

Silence!


* * *

Back in Los Angeles, everything was humming as preparations were made for the big night. Rumours had gone around about what was to happen, and the announcement about the film that was expected afterwards. Everyone who was anyone was determined to be there.

One disappointment was that her grandparents couldn’t make it. Their holiday would be over just two days before the award ceremony, and they would be too tired from the long flight home to embark on another to Los Angeles.

‘Could they change the flight?’ Travis suggested. ‘Come straight here from Africa, then stay with us for a while to get their strength back before returning to London?’

But when Charlene suggested this to Frank on the phone, he thanked her but refused.

‘Emma’s worn out. She needs to get home. We’ll watch it on television. You’ll hear us cheering.’

‘What a shame,’ Travis said. ‘It would have made everything perfect to have them there, especially when we tell everyone our news.’

He planned to cap the evening by announcing their engagement.

‘I’d better do it when I receive the first award,’ he mused, ‘in case there aren’t any others.’

‘You know how many there are going to be,’ she said. ‘This is going to be your night.’

His night in every way. Two days before the event, his family began to arrive. Amos, Janine and Freya dined with them and Charlene was struck by the look of pride and satisfaction on Amos’s face.

He’s got what he wanted from his father at last, she thought. At least, he’s nearly got it. Don’t let anything happen to spoil it now.

Her dress for the evening was a magnificent dark blue velvet with a tight waist and long flowing skirt. Travis helped her on with it, and zipped it up.

‘I like that blue,’ he said. ‘It goes well with this.’ He showed her a ring of diamonds and sapphires.

‘Let me wear it now,’ she begged.

‘No, we agreed I’d give it to you when I make the announcement.’ His eyes were teasing. ‘Until then, you’ll have to be patient.’ He kissed her.

‘I’ll try. Oh, Travis, I hope tonight is everything you hoped for.’

‘If you’re there, it will be. Hell! What’s that?’

‘My phone. Hang on, I’ll get rid of them quickly.’

‘Charlie?’ It was her grandfather’s voice. ‘Something terrible’s happened.’

‘What?’ she asked, but she knew the answer before he spoke.

‘Emma’s had a heart attack, a big one. Oh, darling, they say she might not last the night.’

‘Sweet heaven,’ she whispered.

‘Can you come? It could be for the last time. She said I wasn’t to call you because you had this other thing happening but-’

‘Of course you were right to call me,’ she said, almost violently. ‘I’ll be on the next plane. Which hospital?’

She wrote it down and said, ‘Tell her I’m coming. Tell her I love her.’

‘Emma?’ Travis asked as soon as she hung up. He’d been watching and listening, motionless.

‘She’s had a heart attack. She’s dying.’

‘Then we’ve got to get over there fast. There’s a flight this afternoon.’

‘We-? No, Travis, you can’t come. You’ve got the awards ceremony and those people will be there-your family-’

He stared at her. ‘Are you seriously saying that you think I’ll put all that stuff first? Before you?’

‘You must. You can’t miss tonight when there’s so much hanging on it. I know you’d come with me if you could, and I’ll treasure that. But you can’t. Surely you can see that you can’t?’