Genevieve was making her way toward them. The locals, interspersed with the movie folks who seemed not to notice her at
all, stopped
whatever they were doing and stared. Bella was used to this.
Whenever the two of them went out in Los Angeles the same thing happened. When Genevieve reached them, Mike immediately jumped from his stool as Bella introduced them.
“Mike’s kinda the honorary mayor in town here,” said Bella. “He
and Tommy,” she said, pointing toward the band, “have
transformed this town from a dying meth factory to a tourist destination.”
Cindi, grinning, reached her hand across the bar. “I’m Cindi. That’s Cindi with an i.”
Gennie returned Cindi’s vigorous handshake. “So nice to meet you. Bella’s told me so much about you. I hear you’re quite the sharp shooter.”
“Well, God don’t care for a bragger but yeah, it’s true,” said
Cindi.
“Now do you want a cof a cuppa? I hear you actresses don’t eat or drink.”
“Miss Banks, please, take my seat,” said Mike.
“Thank you so much.” She smiled at him, revealing perfectly straight white teeth behind her full lips: the smile that made millions of fans, both men and women, swoon. “Actually, Cindi, I’m dying for a glass of wine.” Before she slid onto the stool, Genevieve leaned over and kissed Bella on the cheek. “Sorry I’m so late. Richard had a bunch of notes for me.” Genevieve’s long brown hair was loose, falling glossy down her back. She wore only a touch of foundation, blush, mascara, and lip-gloss and was dressed in loose jeans and a light blue cashmere sweater. This was one woman who needed no makeover. She turned back to Mike.
“Now, tell me more about how you transformed River Valley. I’m from a little town very similar to this and I can’t imagine how you did it.”
Mike grinned. “Well, now, it’s not entirely true that it was just Tommy and me. It started with this restaurant when Lee took it over, then her friend Linus opened the inn next door, and then the resort
was built, and then Ben Fleck brought Hylink into town and now, Miss Banks, you and your beautiful people have come. And, as they
say, the rest is history. But more importantly, Miss Banks, red or white?”
“White. Less calories and it won’t stain my teeth.” She rolled her large brown eyes. “Cindi’s right. I can’t eat or drink much, especially during filming. My trainer’s been texting me to stay away from the craft table.”
“Craft table?” asked Mike.
“The food table. My favorite place on set,” said Bella. “Gennie’s trainer is this forty-pound waif with the heart of a Nazi. I think it’s because she’s so hungry.”
Genevieve’s eyes went wide before she burst out laughing. “You know she gets results. But yes, she’s a nasty little thing.” She turned
her attention to Mike, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her during the
entire conversation. “Bella’s very protective of me. You should see how she acts before an awards show—like a little hummingbird, touching up my face every five minutes. She’s Hollywood’s most talented woman with paint and a brush.”
Bella, flushing, shook her head dismissively. “That’s my job,
Mike. Don’t listen to her.”
“Well, Miss Banks, Bella didn’t lie about you. No doubt about it.” Mike’s handsome, rugged face was soft with admiration.
Genevieve raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side. “Oh, really? What did she say? That I look like hell in the mornings before she fixes me up?”
“Miss Banks, I doubt you could ever look bad even on your worst day.”
Genevieve smiled again, putting her hand on Mike’s shoulder for a moment. “How kind of you to say.”
Mike motioned to Cindi, who was talking with several of the
cameramen at the other end of the bar. “Now, let me get you a glass of wine.”
“Mike just got married,” said Bella to Gennie.
“Yeah, old codgers like me can get a second chance. Never would’ve predicted it in a hundred years.”
Gennie’s face darkened for a moment, and she met Bella’s eyes. “We’re looking for a second chance, aren’t we, Bella?”
“This is the place for them. Something in the water.” Mike
motioned for another shot.
Sharon had come in and was walking towards them. Mike stood, motioning to his wife to join them. “Oh, Miss Banks, my wife is your biggest fan. I’m warning you, she may gush.”
Sharon made her way through the crowd and stared at
Genevieve with an expression somewhere between seeing a ghost and Jesus. Or
maybe the ghost of Jesus. As Bella introduced the women, the
normally refined and unflappable Sharon flushed pink.
“Sorry, my hands are damp,” said Sharon, shaking Genevieve’s outstretched hand.
“We’re just talking about second chances,” said Genevieve.
“Ours in particular,” said Mike, kissing his wife on the cheek.
Sharon, as if she were outside her body, began to stammer and babble. “Yes, right, we’re second chanced. I mean, we had a second
chance. Me widowed. Mike divorced. Both of us so lonely. And then, boom, there he was, all manly in his cowboy boots and jeans.” She stopped, bringing her hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t
normally talk this much.”
Genevieve, her brown eyes warm, took a sip of wine. “No
worries. It’s nice to see two people so obviously in love.”
Bella darted a quick glance at both Mike and Sharon. Did they know about Genevieve’s recent divorce? Of course they did. It was impossible not to.
“Oh, Bella, Stefan just came in.” Genevieve pointed at the front door. “He said he couldn’t come out, that he had to study his lines for tomorrow.”
Bella looked at her friend closely. Was there something in her voice that had changed with the mention of Stefan’s name?
“I think I might faint,” said Sharon. She put a hand up to her
collar. “This is too much all in one night.” She looked over at Genevieve. “I’m just such a fan of both of you.”
“Oh my gosh, I understand,” said Genevieve. “I’ve wanted to
work with Stefan for a long time. Well, that and I loved the book. Have you read it?”
Sharon nodded. “Of course. You know the writer’s from Oregon, right?”
“Yes, from a town just like this one, is my understanding,” said
Genevieve. “There’s something so romantic about it.”
Mike chuckled. “You know what Lee Tucker always says about small towns in Oregon?”
“What’s that?” asked Bella.
“They all have Dairy Queens.”
Genevieve laughed. “This is true. I wish I could have a Blizzard right this minute.”
Bella nodded, stabbing an olive with a toothpick and pointing it at Genevieve. “Too bad it’s not open this late or I would run and get one. I’m thinking cookie dough.”
“Stop,” said Genevieve. “My stomach’s growling.” She stood,
waving to Stefan.
“Nicest guy in the business,” said Bella to Sharon, eating her olive. “Easy on the eyes too.”
“So true,” said Sharon, her eyes following Stefan as he made his way across the room.
“Hey now, don’t forget about how handsome I am in my
cowboy boots,” said Mike, his hand on Sharon’s leg.
“Of course not, honey,” said Sharon. “What’s your name again?”
Stefan was stopped twice to sign autographs on beer-soaked napkins before he finally arrived at the bar. Cindi, as if he were no
different than any of her local patrons, slapped a napkin on the counter. “What’s your poison?”
“Draft beer? Something bitter?” he said before kissing his costar on the cheek. “Hi, Gennie. Hey Bellalicious.” He tousled her curls.
“I thought you weren’t coming out?” Genevieve was staring into her glass. Had her neck flushed when he said her name?
“I’ve got the lines nailed. Felt like spending some time with you might be good for our work tomorrow,” said Stefan.
Genevieve went pale. Tomorrow was the filming of their steamy scene. Bella knew she dreaded them. But Stefan was sweet and thoughtful. Surely that would make it easier?
After a small break, Tommy and his band were back on stage.
He greeted the crowd, who cheered and clapped, especially the locals. “Something slow to get this set started?”
A couple of the women whistled. “Hell yeah, Tommy.”
“Who’s this?” asked Stefan.
“Tommy. Local. Songwriter for Nashville,” said Mike with pride in his voice. “And nicest guy you’ll ever know.”
“And an EMT,” said Bella. “Hot, hot, hot EMT.”
“You like him, Bellalicious?” asked Stefan, popping several peanuts into his mouth from the dish on the bar.
“God no,” said Bella. “He’s married to my sister-in-law’s best
friend, Lee.” She made brief eye contact with Genevieve.
“We take care of our own here,” said Mike to Gennie and Stefan. “You two let us know anything you need. And we’ll keep those idiot photographers away from you if we have to.”
Cindi, pouring another draft beer for Mike, said, “I have ways of getting people to cooperate. Oregon ways.”
Sharon whispered to Gennie and Stefan, looking somewhat alarmed. “She’s talking about a gun.”
“I love this town,” said Genevieve, smiling wide and taking
another sip of her wine.
“I love the people in this town,” said Bella.
“Couldn’t be happier we’re filming here,” said Stefan. “Makes me miss my home in B.C. Maybe I’ll buy a place here. What do you think, Bellalicious? Think I could meet a nice girl here, settle down?”
“And break every single woman’s heart across the country?” teased Bella. “That’s just cruel.”
Tommy began to sing one of his originals, currently a hit on
country radio for one of the biggest stars in Nashville. “He’s fantastic,” said
Stefan. “Reminds me of some of the Canadian folk singers I grew up
listening to.”
Mike put his arm around Sharon. “Great to meet you folks but we should get on home. Big day tomorrow.”
“Yes, right. So nice to meet you,” said Sharon.
Both Bella and Genevieve slid from their barstools. There were
hugs all around. This is how they did it in River Valley, thought
Bella. Always hugging.
After they were gone, Bella was about to order a glass of red wine when she spotted Ben Fleck coming in the doorway.
“I don’t believe it,” she muttered.
“What?” asked Gennie.
“Tiffany just walked in. With Benjamin Fleck.”
“I thought she promised Richard she’d stay clean and sober for the shoot,” said Genevieve after glancing towards them.
Stefan turned to look and then shook his head sadly. “Clearly the deal’s off. She’s loaded.”
He was right. Tiffany was hanging on Ben’s arm and walking unsteadily. There were dark smudges of mascara under her eyes and her lipstick was smeared, making her look almost clown-like. Her hair was wet too. It must have started raining. What was Ben doing with her? Had they been out together? The idea of his hands on her made Bella physically ill. Her dinner churned. How could she get out of here without him seeing her?
Tommy began another song, a slow ballad. Most of the crowd danced, couples moving across the dance floor in various degrees of skill. Ben, with his arm around the drunk Tiffany Archer, headed towards them.
Dammit
, thought Bella,
no way to escape.
“Hey everybody,” Tiffany slurred.
“What the hell?” Bella asked before Ben could open his mouth. “She just got out of rehab. You really think getting her drunk was a good idea?”
Genevieve had slid from her stool and was now getting Tiffany situated in her place. Cindi, without anyone needing to say anything, set a coffee in front of her inebriated guest.
“I did not get her drunk,” said Ben, emphasizing every word, his eyes snapping. “I happened to be driving into town when I saw her stumble out of Lefty’s and head for her car. There were two men lurking in the parking lot, not to mention she’s clearly in no shape to
drive. I brought her in here knowing you were here, Bella, and
thought you could help me.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“Tommy texted me.”
Tommy texted him? Why had he done that? She glanced at the stage. Tommy winked at her. She flipped him off behind her hand but he didn’t seem to care. He simply grinned and said to the crowd, “Here’s a song for all the love birds out there tonight.”
Ben steadied Tiffany on the bar stool by putting both his hands on her shoulders. “Cindi, is there any food left in the kitchen?”
“I’ll go see,” said Cindi. “Just let me finish making these here drinks first.”
“This is good of you, man,” said Stefan to Ben. He held out his hand. “Good to meet you.”
“You too,” said Ben. “Big fan.”
“Hey, thanks. Bella’s told us a lot about you,” said Stefan.
Bella twisted on her stool, suddenly finding the remaining olive on the toothpick enormously interesting.
“Don’t believe all the bad things she says. I’m actually a good guy,” said Ben.
“He rescued me,” said Tiffany.
“Sweetie, where’s your sister tonight?” Genevieve pushed the coffee closer to Tiffany. “Drink this. It’ll help.”
“We had a fight. She’s mad at me,” said Tiffany, shaking her head in refusal of the coffee.
“What happened?” asked Bella.
“Oh, just the usual,” said Tiffany.
No one said anything, not knowing, of course, what “the usual” was. Although it wasn’t too much of a leap to assume it was Tiffany’s drinking. Still, this surprised Bella. She’d never seen the sisters fight. Sabrina was protective and supportive, always
defending Tiffany even when she didn’t deserve it, which was most of the time.
Just then, they saw Sabrina come in the front door, her eyes darting
to where they all huddled around Tiffany. In long strides, she
approached
them, moving through the crowd, ignoring the stares that came her
way.
“Tiff, what happened to you?” Her scar, running from her cheekbone to her mouth, was a scarlet line.
Tiffany put her face into her hands and began to cry. “Sorry, Sabrina.”