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around a film set, she’d been eighteen. She’d had to run four miles across the fields to get there because she hadn’t had a car. Most of the time it had been easier for Mac to get away. He’d been twenty-one with a driving license and turned up in a different car each time. She smiled as she thought he’d probably boosted them back then. He’d hardly been a star. He’d had some small support part which the producers had suddenly expanded halfway through the film as they’d realized he had more than just a little potential, together with a leading lady who had taken a shine to him.
    It wasn’t so easy any more, she thought as she climbed between the strands of barbed wire, feeling the pinch of it as it caught the back of her shirt. Holding her breath, she waited a moment and then dipped down, her face almost touching the bottom wire. It hadn’t seemed such a big deal years ago; it had been exciting. Now, she wondered what would happen if she got caught. Or if pictures of her shimmying underneath security fencing to get to the hunk were published all over the local newspapers. She could just see the headlines now: LOCAL VET STALKS CORMACK BLUNT—SCALPEL AT THE READY!
    Chuckling to herself, she wondered what her clients would think. It would probably bring in even more. Being a vet, she got to see the quirkier side of human nature. Just yesterday a woman brought her eighteen-week-old golden retriever puppy in for the fourth time. She thought he might have hurt himself when he took a flying leap off her back patio steps and seemed to be limping. She was almost as concerned Zoe might think she had Munchausen by proxy as she was about the puppy having an injury. Smiling, Zoe wondered if you would confess to it if you actually had it.
    Most of her clients would probably take it in their stride if they thought she was the ex-lover of a Hollywood star. Half her clients wouldn’t know who he was. Being a farmer was hard work with long hours, and her clientele were mainly farmers.
    She looked for the biggest trailer, bearing in mind Mac’s size and the inevitable size of his ego, and it crossed her mind most of her clients would wonder where she found the gall to stalk a movie star. But it had to be done. For Ryan’s sake. She could only hope Mac would greet her in a civil manner and not have her escorted off campus the moment he spotted her and have his lawyers issue her with an injunction order to stop stalking.
    She figured on the huge, pale green trailer. As she approached, the door was flung open and a tall, rangy cowboy stepped out, speaking over his shoulder. The left side of his face was ravaged with scars, and Zoe could only be grateful he was speaking at the time, otherwise he would have heard her shocked inhalation of breath.
    “I know you hate fucking heights, but it’s my job to throw you off them!”
    He turned back, his piercing blue eyes pinning her to the spot, but she refused to flinch. She was a vet; she’d seen worse things done to animals.
    His damaged left eyebrow rose in surprise. He was obviously used to dealing with a variety of reactions from people; she could only hope she managed to look composed.
    She cleared her throat and tried for a natural smile.
    “Do you know where Mac is? Um sorry, Cormack…Blunt?”
    “Are you sure you know who you’re looking for?” His voice was gruff and aggressive.
    “Yes.” She drew herself up. He may be damaged, but he wasn’t injured. She remembered she was supposed to seem as if she belonged there wandering around a film set instead of looking like she was hunting down a film star. “Cormack Blunt.” She enunciated clearly in case the young American didn’t understand who she had asked for.
    “Sure, honey. He’s inside. Quaking in his boat-size boots.” His lopsided grin gave her a moment’s pause as he raked his gaze down her body. “I bet my next paycheck you didn’t come through the security gates.”
    Offering him a bright smile, she