Page 23 of The Great Italian Holiday Mix-up

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‘Yes.’

‘Did you report it?’ I ask, slipping into producer mode. Any injury on set, no matter how minor, needs to be reported.

‘I reported it,’ he says.

‘Good. But you haven’t seen anyone about it?’

‘I didn’t have time. We wrapped last night, and I came straight here.’

‘Okay, but we’re keeping an eye on it.’

‘Yes, boss.’

He’s teasing me, but I don’t mind. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am, and if a hulking stunt coordinator wants to call meboss, I’m cool with that.

‘Okay,’ I say getting up, ‘that decides it.’

‘What decides what?’

I wag my finger at his shoulder. ‘You’re in pain, you get the bed – the king, I mean, not the roll-away.’

‘Oh, no, no, no.’

‘Oh, please – do not play the chivalry card with me. I can sleep on the sofa.’

‘It’s hardly a sofa – more of a love seat.’

I throw my arms out wide. ‘Look at me, I’m tiny.’

‘Doesn’t matter. It’s rubbish enough to sit on – no way you’d be able to sleep.’ He gets up. ‘Come with me.’ We go inside, stopping just inside the bedroom. ‘This is a super king, right?’ he asks.

I walk around the bed, sizing it up. ‘We call it a California king in the US but, yeah, it is.’

‘What if we did that thing fromIt Happened One Night,’ he says. ‘You’ve seen it, right?’

‘Uh,hello? Pretty sure I mentioned that I went to film school?’

‘Sorry – stupid question. But how ’bout we fashion some sort of border to hang down the centre of the bed?’

‘Hmm,’ I reply, looking around. ‘The only thing is…’

‘There’s no way to hang anything.’

‘Nope.’

‘Bugger,’ he mutters. He sucks in a deep breath. ‘So, Ms Producer, what’s Plan C then?’

I regard Nick, my new man-mountain friend, and two thoughts pop into my head at once:

Share the bed, for god’s sake – nothing’s going to happen and it’s only one night.

How would I like it if Nicholas and Pippa were in the same predicament andtheyshared a bed?

‘You’ve got a funny look on your face,’ says Nick.

‘Do I? Eh, never mind. Let’s just share the bed. We can put a row of pillows down the middle. They brought extra,’ I say, nodding towards the sofa.

‘Are you sure?’