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"Tell you what; we've got six weeks of interiors to shoot before we move to Monument Valley for the location work. When we leave town, you can put it on the market, okay?"

"Okay," Jack said resignedly, "but I worry about it. You've insisted on paying cash for the new house, you won't let me get you a mortgage, and money is going to be tight for you."

"Jack, I don't spend much money when I'm shooting. There's just the mortgage payments on the Bel Air house, and my regular monthly nut..."

"Which is pretty big, sweetheart."

"Jack," Ron interjected.

"Don't worry about it. When Forsaken is in the can, Chris's price is going to skyrocket. She'll be fine."

"I just don't like to see her cashing in her savings to build this place when I could get her a variable rate mortgage right now at a terrific rate."

"Call me crazy," Chris said, "but I'm tired of debt."

Jack held up a hand.

"We'll say no more about that." They finished lunch in a haze of wine and camaraderie.

When Chris got home there were six dozen red roses waiting on her doorstep. they're from Jason and Brent, she said to herself as she gathered them up and struggled toward the kitchen with them. As she placed them in the sink and turned on the water, she noticed the card.

'You're wonderful,' it said. It was signed 'Admirer.'

She crumpled it in her hand and threw it at the trash bin.

CHAPTER 4

On Sunday night, Danny Devere showed up or time. Danny, Chris reflected, was always on time. It was reassuring to have someone in her life who was entirely predictable.

When Chris had been married to Brad Donner, most of their friends had seemed to be his, and since the divorce she had been constantly working or occupied with the house, so she hadn't seen much of anybody. But Danny did her hair every day when he was working and twice a week when she wasn't, so, along with Melanie, her secretary, he was a constant in her life, a fountain of common sense and good judgment. She'd want him at her back in a fight, too, she thought.

Chris loved to drive, and they took her car.

"What a week!" she said to Danny.

"The house's framed, and the new script turns out to be better than I thought it would be." She told him about the first reading and what had happened afterward.

"Sweets," Danny said, "I'm forty, and I've been in this town since I was twenty-two, so I know what I'm talking about: you're headed for the big time, and nobody can stop you."

"I don't want to even think about that," Chris said over the wind noise as Sunset Boulevard ended and they turned onto the Pacific Coast Highway.

"I mean, I dreamed about that when I was in New York, doing off-Broadway, but now that it seems to be within my grasp, it scares me a little. I know I put on a tough front, but inside, I'm as insecure as any actress in town, believe me."

"Listen, don't worry about it. You've already made most of the adjustments--you've moved to L.A." you're getting good parts you're making money, you're building a house. You've got a life out here."

"Danny, is the fame thing going to get worse?"

"Not much; all you have to do is get used to it."