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Hollywood, and the perks of the job were many.
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    â€˜What’s going on, man?’ Joey Firello caught him on the way back to his trailer.
    Lennie shrugged non-committally. ‘Some stupid cow of a reporter.’
    â€˜Fuck ’er,’ Joey said, cavalier as ever.
    â€˜No,
you
fuck her,’ Lennie retorted.
    Joey was not averse to the idea. ‘What does she look like?’ he asked.
    Lennie couldn’t help laughing. Joey would screw a table if it eyeballed him nicely. ‘I’m going home,’ he said. ‘See you tomorrow.’
    â€˜Home.’ Joey repeated
home
as if it were a dirty word. ‘How about my party?’
    â€˜I told you, I can’t make it.’
    â€˜You’re missin’ out on a wild time.’
    Lennie was not into Joey’s bad behaviour. ‘I’ve had enough wild times to last me several lifetimes, thank you,’ he said.
    â€˜You don’t know what you’re missin’!’
    â€˜That’s just it, Joey. I do.’
    He bumped into Cristi on the way to his car. She certainly was a prime California girl. All bronzed limbs, pale hair, and white gleaming teeth. He couldn’t help noticing that her legs ended at her neck.
    â€˜Good night, Mr. Golden,’ she said politely.
    Mr. Golden!
Was he that old?
    Climbing into his Ferrari he realized he not only missed Lucky, he needed her. She’d promised to spend a couple of weeks at the Acapulco location, and he couldn’t wait.
    Being together – wasn’t that what marriage was supposed to be all about? For eighteen months they’d spent most of their time apart. OK, so he’d known up front that Lucky wasn’t the kind of woman to drop everything just to be with him. She had a multi-billion-dollar business to watch over, and a son and a father she liked to spend time with. But somehow he’d always imagined he could handle it, that it didn’t bother him. Lately he’d been realizing this wasn’t exactly turning out to be true. He’d been missing her plenty. And a more traditional marriage didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He enjoyed being married. It gave him security and balance, made him feel centred for once in his life. And after
his
crazy childhood he needed a stabilizing influence. He certainly hadn’t found it with Olympia. Lucky was supposed to be it.
    Maybe the time had come to think about having a kid of their own. A Golden kid – with Lucky’s looks and his humour. He’d mentioned it a couple of times and Lucky had changed the subject before they’d really had a chance to get into it.
    Yes, he decided, Acapulco was the time and the place. The more he thought about it the more sure he was. Fun times in the Mexican sun, talk her into a baby, and after the movie was finished they’d spend a couple of weeks in Malibu with Brigette and Bobby, and then take the summer off and drift around Europe doing nothing.
    He remembered the first time he and Lucky had made love. What a memory! It was a late afternoon in St. Tropez. Calm sea, deserted beach, balmy weather. Some great trip!
    God damn it! The memory was making him horny.
    He screeched the Ferrari to a stop at a red light and craved a cold shower.
    â€˜Hi!’ A girl in a white convertible pulled alongside him. She wore a purple tank top and matching visor.
    Before he could decide whether he knew her or not, she solved his problem. ‘I
looove
your movies,’ she purred. ‘You’re
sooo
funny and
sooo
sexy.’
    If he’d wanted to he could have hit on her with no trouble. She was certainly pretty enough. But those days were over. He was a happily married man with an incredible wife and a baby on the way. Well…. almost.
    Flashing her a smile, he muttered a quick ‘Thanks’, and without a second thought floored the Ferrari, making a fast and clean getaway.

Chapter 8
    Back in New York, Lucky made her decision. She would do