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that possibly be because she was as physically aware of him as Jaxon was of her …?
    Doubtful!
    She grimaced before answering her grandfather. ‘Mr Wilder has very kindly pointed out to me that he isn’t the only film director interested in making a film about Granny.’ The coldness of Stazy’s tone implied she considered Jaxon anything but kind.
    ‘So I believe, yes.’ Geoffrey nodded.
    Stazy’s eyes widened. ‘You knew that?’
    ‘Of course I knew, darling,’ her grandfather dismissed briskly. ‘I may not be in the thick of things nowadays, but I still make it my business to know of anything of concern to my family or myself.’
    Jaxon frowned. ‘In my defence, I would like you toknow that I have every intention of giving a fair and truthful version of the events of seventy years ago.’
    ‘You wouldn’t be here at all if I wasn’t already well aware of that fact, Jaxon.’ Steely-blue eyes met his unblinkingly. ‘If I had believed you were anything less than a man of integrity I would never have spoken to you on the telephone, let alone invited you into my home.’
    His respect and liking for the older man deepened. ‘Thank you.’
    ‘Oh, don’t thank me too soon.’ Sir Geoffrey smiled. ‘I assure you, you’ve yet to convince my granddaughter!’ he drawled, with an affectionate glance at Stazy’s less than encouraging expression.
    Jaxon grimaced. ‘Perhaps the situation might change once we’ve worked together …?’
    ‘Stazy …?’ Geoffrey said softly.
    Stazy was totally aware of being the focus of both men’s gazes as they waited for her to answer—her grandfather’s encouraging, Jaxon Wilder’s much more guarded as he watched her through narrowed lids.
    But what choice did she have, really …?
    Her own feelings aside, her grandfather might have said he would have to accept Jaxon’s film and ‘be damned’, but Stazy wasn’t fooled for a moment. She knew of her grandfather’s deep and abiding love for her grandmother, and of how much it would hurt him—perhaps fatally—if the film about Anastasia were to be in any way defamatory. And the only way to guarantee that didn’t happen was if she agreed to work with Jaxon Wilder.
    ‘Okay,’ Stazy agreed heavily. ‘I can give you precisely one week of my time at the beginning of my summer break.’ She glared across at Jaxon as she recognised
    the triumphant gleam that had flared in his gaze at her capitulation. ‘But only on the condition.’
    ‘Another condition?’ Jaxon grimaced.
    She nodded. ‘My grandfather has to give his full approval of the screenplay once it’s been written,’ she added firmly.
    Working here with the prickly Stazy Bromley for a week was far from ideal as far as Jaxon was concerned. But not impossible when he considered the alternative …
    ‘Fine.’ He nodded abrupt agreement.
    The tension visibly left Sir Geoffrey’s shoulders, and Stazy saw this as evidence that he hadn’t been as relaxed about this situation as he wished to appear. ‘In that case, shall we expect to see you back here the first week of July, Jaxon?’
    ‘Yes.’ Even if that would involve reshuffling his schedule in order to fit in with Stazy Bromley’s.
    She still looked far from happy about the arrangement.
    Her next comment only confirmed it. ‘A word of warning, though, Jaxon—if anything happens to my grandfather because of this film then I am going to hold you totally responsible!’
    Great.
    Just great!

CHAPTER THREE
    ‘W HAT’S with all the extra security at the front gates?’
    Much as six weeks previously, Stazy had been prowling restlessly up and down in the drawing room of Bromley House as she waited for Jaxon Wilder. Her stomach had tightened into knots when she’d finally seen their visitor had arrived. Not in the expensive black sports car she had been expecting, but on a powerful black and chrome motorbike instead.
    Convinced Jaxon Wilder couldn’t possibly be the person riding that purring black machine,