style="font-size:15px;"> “Me, too. My mates were always having dinner with their folks, but for us it was breakfast.”
“Us, too. When my dad got sick, that was the one tradition we kept to even when he was in hospital—Bethann and I would make sure we stopped by at breakfast time.”
“What was your dad in hospital for?”
“Diabetes,” Astrid said. “He’s had it for most of his life, but he hates to eat right.”
“My mum would have given him hell if he’d been one of her clients. She is adamant that you can’t neglect your health, and I’ve picked up a few of her healthy habits,” Steph said.
“Me, too. I think because my dad’s health has always been so bad I’m really aware of what I’m eating and the effect it has on my body. I don’t want to end up like him if I can help it.”
“Is he bad?” Steph asked.
“Wheelchair bound,” Astrid said.
“How has your family handled that?”
“My sister and I take turns going down and helping our mum out. And we paid to have parts of the house converted so he could use his wheelchair in it. The hallways were so small.”
“I know what you mean. My mum is always saying this country is behind the times with awareness for the disabled.”
“The thing is, if my dad had been better about eating right he might not have needed the wheelchair. I didn’t mean to say that he could have helped it—”
“I know what you mean,” Steph said. “You just want to prevent that from happening to you if at all possible.”
“Exactly. I just want to live a normal life.”
“I’ve always been baffled by the words normal schedule. No one really has one. But I think we find ‘normal’ for ourselves,” Steph said.
“Is Astrid keeping you entertained?” Henry asked.
“Very much. I like her. She’s not like the other people who I’ve talked to in this industry.”
“In what way?” Henry asked.
“She’s real people,” Steph said.
Astrid smiled and realized that she could be friends with this woman. Something she’d sort of picked up from Steph’s chart-topping song “My World.”
“It’s going to be nice working with you,” Astrid said.
“I think so, too,” Steph said.
The conversation drifted in another direction and Steph turned to talk to Henry. Astrid chatted a bit with Maggie before the other woman and her sister had to leave. She watched them go, regretting that she’d shut herself off from her old life when she’d lost her last job. Being pregnant and having the complications she’d had had put an end to her nightlife. And then the scandal and rumors about her firing and her relationship with Daniel had made her want to hide.
And she had, by retreating to her home and not talking to friends.
The need to run and hide from everyone meant that she’d been missing out on a part of herself. She vowed never to do that again.
“Sorry, Astrid, but could you let me out?” Steph asked.
“Certainly.” Astrid scooted out of the booth until Steph left and then sat back down.
“Pretty good evening so far. I think you have convinced Steph to sign with Everest Records. She was afraid that we’d be all corporate and not ‘get’ her music.”
“Of course we won’t be. I like her. I wasn’t trying to convince her of anything.”
“I know, that’s why it worked. I think you are going to be an asset to my team,” Henry said.
Astrid smiled and felt a flush that came with knowing she’d done a good job. That was it, she told herself. It had nothing to do with the fact that Henry had leaned in close to her and had his arm around her shoulder.
“I want to hit one more club before calling it a night,” Henry said. “You up for that?”
She thought about her after-Daniel routine—evening television programs followed by a cup of chamomile tea and bed by eleven. For the first time since she’d lost her baby she felt alive. Really alive.
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. Let’s go,” Henry said.
They talked a little more about what he wanted on their way to the next club, and Astrid was careful to listen to what he said. Throughout the rest of the evening he didn’t push anymore to find out why she’d left Mo Rollins’s organization, and she was glad of it.
She knew, though, that it was a temporary reprieve. Henry was going to get the answers to his questions. He was simply biding his time and letting her get to the point where she was finally comfortable.
She thought she’d have weeks to get to the point where she’d casually mention Daniel and the fact that over the eighteen months she worked for him their relationship had progressed from professional to personal, but that all changed when they left their third club of the evening and she stepped out into the night air and nearly collided with a tall, broad-shouldered man.
“Sorry,” she said, glancing up into eyes that were very familiar.
“Astrid? What are you doing here?” Daniel asked.
“Working,” she said.
“For me,” Henry said, stepping behind her and putting his arm on her elbow as he drew her away from Daniel.
Chapter 4
Henry didn’t like the way the other man was looking at Astrid. It was more than the way an ex-boss should. Over the course of the day he’d started thinking of her as his. Not in a sexual way…well, not completely in a sexual way. And he could tell from the frozen expression on her face that this man wasn’t a friend of hers.
“Henry Devonshire,” Henry said, offering his hand to the man.
“Daniel Martin.”
Suddenly a lot of things fell into place. Astrid’s old boss was more than her boss. No wonder she’d been reluctant to talk about him.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You, as well. Steph Cordo was quite a coup for you. A lot of producers are envious they didn’t get the drop on you.”
Henry smiled affably. His time in the spotlight taught him how to conceal what he really felt about others. And he didn’t like the brash American Daniel. He rubbed Henry the wrong way.
“Henry’s got an eye for talent.”
“Let’s
