Reluctantly Home(13)

Evelyn started to relax. This was the lifestyle she was going to have to get used to once she’d got the job and made a name for herself. And a British television drama was just the start. Who knew what doors it might open? She allowed the idea of Hollywood to cross her mind, if only for a moment.

But she had to stay focused. She hadn’t actually got this in the bag yet. She mustn’t go running before she could walk.

MacMillan was winding his conversation up. ‘Yeah, fine. I’ll ring Dougie next week, make sure he’s lined up. Yeah. That’s all fixed. It is. Trust me. Right, speak next week. Ciao .’

He replaced the phone in its cradle and turned to face her. He was a big man, bigger than she had remembered, his chest broad and his limbs strong and athletic. She could see the fabric of his slacks straining over his muscular thighs.

‘Evelyn!’ he said. ‘So great to see you again. Sorry about that. No rest for the wicked, eh?’ He winked at her. He was quite attractive, she thought, in an ‘older man slightly rough around the edges’ kind of way. ‘Would you join me for a drink?’

He picked up his empty tumbler and Evelyn deduced that he was offering alcohol and not tea, even though it was only four thirty in the afternoon. That was fine. She was open-minded about these things. She wasn’t sure what to ask for, though. She had never been in a hotel as smart as this one before. Would he have to ring room service if she asked for something that wasn’t in the mini bar? She didn’t want to do anything that might be irritating. She could ask for champagne, but she hadn’t got the part yet and didn’t want to jump the gun.

‘I’ll have one of those,’ she heard herself say, even though she had only ever had whisky at her Uncle Roger’s funeral and hadn’t liked it that much.

MacMillan smiled. ‘A girl after my own heart,’ he said as he made his way to the drinks tray. ‘Ice and soda?’

Evelyn knew enough about whisky to know that Scots like him didn’t drink it with ice, and she didn’t dare try it neat. ‘Just soda, please,’ she said. ‘Plenty of soda.’

He prepared the drinks, giving himself a far bigger measure than he poured for her. That was a relief, at least. She could just sip it politely and leave what she didn’t want. After all, it wasn’t as if he was paying for it himself. This would all be on expenses. Again, a little shiver of excitement went through her. This could be her soon. Drinks on expenses, meals out, the high life. All she had to do was not blow it.

He sat back down and then leaned back in his sofa, spreading his legs expansively across the space.

‘Mike tells me you did a great audition and he wants to give you the job,’ he said.

Evelyn could feel a blush flood her cheeks, which irritated her. She was a grown woman, not a wet-behind-the-ears girl.

‘Thanks,’ she said simply.

‘So now you just have to impress me,’ he continued. ‘But don’t look so worried, Evelyn. I’m sure you’ll be preaching to the converted.’

‘What would you like me to do?’ she asked. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting of her. Did he want her to run through the lines again? She could have a go, but without the script it would be tricky to make it sound convincing.

‘Tell me something about yourself,’ he said. ‘Just who is the real Evelyn Mountcastle?’

This was worse than trying to remember the script. What did he want to hear?

‘Well . . .’ she began cautiously.

‘I mean, what makes you tick, Evie?’ he continued, using the name usually reserved for those who knew her well. ‘What drives you forward? What keeps you awake at night?’

The thought of not being able to pay my rent, she thought, but she couldn’t say that. She was driven by a desire for fame, but she couldn’t say that either; it would make her look shallow when she wanted to seem intriguing and interesting. Maybe she should just make something up, but then again, it was the real her that he wanted to know about and there was nothing wrong with a bit of ambition.

‘I want to be a star,’ she said. ‘I want people to turn and look at me when I walk into a room. I want them to ask for my autograph. I want to have success in the UK, but then I want to go to Hollywood to do a big feature, work with some of the great directors, Scorsese, Spielberg, Altman.’ She suddenly panicked that she was suggesting television was somehow second-rate, but he was smiling at her and nodding encouragingly.

‘I love to see that kind of ambition in my actresses,’ he said, taking a large slurp from his glass. He belched lightly. ‘I want girls with fire in their belly.’

Evelyn was hardly a girl, but she didn’t feel she should correct him.

‘So, Evie,’ he said, patting the sofa next to him. ‘Why don’t you come over here and tell me just how you think I can help you get there.’





9


Pip watched the clock impatiently, the hours crawling by in a way they had never done when she had been working in her busy office in London, until it was finally time for Audrey to declare the day done, switch off all the lights and lock the door behind them.

‘See you on Monday,’ said Pip as they parted ways. ‘Are you doing anything nice this weekend?’ she added as an afterthought, although she really had no interest in the answer.

Audrey’s face set hard and she rolled her eyes heavenwards. ‘Bring-and-buy sale at the church hall,’ she said grimly. ‘No one else stepped up so it’s left to yours truly to organise. Could you tell your mother to bring the baking over by eight thirty? There’s bound to be a queue. It’s ridiculous, really. They’ll barge the doors down for a bring and buy, but not set foot in this shop.’