Private Lives Part 8

'Privacy? How does that work?'

'Well, you were in a private place. If someone took a picture of your sister in bed without her consent, you'd be outraged, wouldn't you? Just because you're famous, it doesn't mean someone can invade your private s.p.a.ce w.i.l.l.y-nilly. Plus the story will have repercussions on your family life the courts take that into consideration. You're not the only one who could be harmed by it.'

Sam looked more hopeful.

'So you think we'll get the order?'

'The defence could argue that they have to publish the story in the public interest because you're a celebrity, a role model, but they're unlikely to be successful.'

Anna scribbled on her pad, sketching out her strategy. It was the thing she loved best about the law. Deciding on the best course, storyboarding the way she wanted it all to go. As she drew up the plan, she began to feel more and more confident. Helen's idea to stall Katie had been clever. It had bought them some breathing s.p.a.ce and a strong chance to get a gag in before Blake Stanhope could go to the papers.

'Do you really think we'll be able to stop all the media from reporting the story? Papers and TV and everything?' asked Sam.

'Actually I think it's better to stop her before she can even approach the media,' said Anna thoughtfully. 'Once the press get hold of the story they can be mischievous with the information even if they've been injuncted blind stories, juxtaposing pictures and headlines. Ideally we want to avoid the media ever knowing about this story.'

'So we gag Katie?'

She nodded. 'And Blake Stanhope. I'd want to check this with counsel the barrister we instruct but I think it's the best way forward.'

'So you don't think the newspapers will know about it yet?'

She shook her head.

'If she was telling you the truth, Katie hasn't even met Blake yet. He'll want to see her supporting evidence and make sure she's completely legit. He'll also want to make sure she's not going to pull out at the last moment. After all, it's a big thing telling the world that you're a hooker. So I doubt he'll start approaching the media for at least twenty-four hours, probably longer. And the papers won't just print it either. First they'll have to meet Katie, take sworn affidavits, et cetera, et cetera. And by that time, she'll be gagged.'

Sam still looked troubled.

'But can we move quickly enough? I won't be able to get to London until Thursday.'

'Don't worry.' She smiled. 'You don't have to be in court. It's usually swarming with court reporters, so if it's privacy you're after, it kind of defeats the purpose you being there.'

She watched him thinking it through. She could sympathise; it was a scary thing to have your whole life hanging in the balance, even if he had brought this on himself.

Finally he looked at her. 'Thank you,' he said simply.

His words made her feel confident and flattered.

'You're welcome.'

Josh was hovering at the door.

'Miss Kennedy?' he said. 'The tender is here to take you to sh.o.r.e.'

She stood up and closed her notebook.

'So what do we do now?' asked Sam.

She smiled at him.

'I leave you here in beautiful Capri, go back to London and instruct counsel.'

'What time is your flight?'

'First flight out of Naples tomorrow morning. I'm going to instruct Nigel Keyes, a very brilliant QC I've worked with before, and I'll give him your witness statement. I'm confident we'll get the temporary injunction by close of play. Then we go back next week, see the judge and get it extended. But that's usually just a formality.'

Sam hesitated for a moment, then turned to Josh.

'Can you get the boat to wait for a few minutes?' he said, then, turning to Anna, 'Do you mind if I cadge a lift over with you?'

'Not at all. It's your boat.'

'I think it's some Italian billionaire's borrowed for the shoot.'

'I thought all movie stars had their own yachts.'

'I spent the money on tequila.'

She waited for him on the deck, watching a flock of starlings wheel and dip over the headland as the sun sank towards the pink horizon. When he emerged, he was wearing chinos and a white s.h.i.+rt with the sleeves rolled up. One of those simple thrown-together outfits that somehow looked perfect on truly beautiful people.

He's a client, Anna, she scolded herself. You shouldn't be getting all gooey-eyed over him. And he's a cheater too.

'Where are you staying?' asked Sam as he helped her down into the launch.

'Studio Rosso, wherever that might be. The firm's travel agent booked it. As you can imagine, there wasn't an awful lot of choice at twenty-four hours' notice when it's peak season in Capri.'

'Tell you what, I'll give you a lift. Giovanni, that's my driver, he knows every house on the island. He'll know your hotel and has probably dated the owner's daughter.'

As they slid over to the marina, Anna could see a stretch of pebbly beach dotted with umbrellas; the sun-wors.h.i.+ppers in their sarongs and tiny Speedos were rolling their towels and packing up for the day. Sam led her along the jetty and across the road, where a deeply tanned man in his sixties was leaning against a bottle-green Mercedes sedan.

'Anna, Giovanni,' said Sam. 'Giovanni, this bella signorina bella signorina is Anna. Do you think you could drop her off at her hotel, Studio Rosso?' is Anna. Do you think you could drop her off at her hotel, Studio Rosso?'

Giovanni grinned, revealing a set of amazingly white teeth. 'It would be my pleasure. It is on the other side of the island.'

'That's good,' said Anna. 'At least I'll get to see some of Capri on my whistle-stop visit.'

'Have you never been here before, signorina signorina?' asked Giovanni over his shoulder as they set off at breakneck speed.

'No, I wish.'

With the pressure of work, Anna hadn't had a proper holiday in over eighteen months. Her romance with Andrew had been sprinkled with mini-breaks to Prague, Dublin and Rome; they'd both worked as hard as each other, trying to scramble up the career ladder as fast as they could, but they had still found time for pleasure. As a single girl, there seemed less point taking two weeks off to spend it alone.

'In that case, I think we need Giovanni's pat-pending island tour,' said Sam.

'Bellissimo,' beamed Giovanni. 'I envy you, signorina signorina, you get to see Capri for the first time.'

Anna laughed. 'That sounds good.'

The car pulled away up the hill towards Anacapri, the sprawling village at the top of the island. The windows were wound down, flooding the car with pine-scented air. Anna got a feel for the island immediately. It was lush but craggy the sharp edges of the cliffs would suddenly jut up to the sky, then plummet down to the sea, their sides softened by green trees and bougainvillaea. Each villa they pa.s.sed seemed more perfect than the last, each twist of the road revealed another ravis.h.i.+ng view, and everything seemed old and crumbly and yet smart and elegant at the same time. Along the way Sam pointed out the sights of Capri down the cliffs towards the Blue Grotto, the Faraglioni rocks, the San Giacomo monastery with the confidence and affection of someone who had spent a lot of time on the island.

He leaned forward and tapped Giovanni on the shoulder.

'Can you stop here a moment?'

They pulled up in a dusty lay-by and Sam led Anna to a gap in the low boundary wall.

'Come on,' he said, offering her his hand. They shuffled carefully down a short, narrow path, brus.h.i.+ng between bushes and emerging in a small clearing on the edge of a cliff.

Anna's eyes opened wide. They could see all the way down to the Marina Grande with its bustling pastel-coloured houses and smart schooners b.u.mping against fis.h.i.+ng boats. Beyond that, the jade and turquoise-marbled sea stretched across to the Bay of Naples, where she could see Mount Vesuvius rearing up on the mainland.

'Brilliant, isn't it?' Sam smiled, sitting next to Anna on a rock. 'It's hard not to feel like Cary Grant when you're up here.'

She looked at him in surprise. For some reason she hadn't expected Sam to feel the same rush of excitement about being here, that same love of old-school Hollywood glamour.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one.

'Can I b.u.m a smoke?' she asked.

He grinned. 'Sorry for not offering. I thought I was the last of the smokers.'

They huddled like co-conspirators around his lighter's flame.

'I love the romance of this place,' said Anna, inhaling. The scent of tar tangled with the heady floral aroma from some honeysuckle. 'And I'm not leaving before I have a go in one of those convertible taxis, just so I can feel like Ava Gardner.'

'Well, you look the part,' he said, eyeing her navy pencil skirt and white s.h.i.+rt up and down.

She laughed nervously.

He blew a smoke ring. 'Jess likes bling,' he said quietly. 'The yachts, the private jets, all that conspicuous consumption, but I've never been able to get her to sit through To Catch a Thief To Catch a Thief and she probably thinks Fellini is a type of shoe.' and she probably thinks Fellini is a type of shoe.'

He gave her a sideways glance.

'You think I'm an a.r.s.ehole, don't you?'

'I'm not here to judge you,' said Anna. 'I'm here to help you.'

He shrugged.

'I realise that most people think I should be doing cartwheels to be living with one of the most beautiful, successful women in America, but ... well, I don't. I feel trapped. Being an actor is the only thing we have in common. Look, I'm not making excuses for having s.e.x with that girl, but ...' He gave Anna a look that indicated he wanted to say more. 'Sorry,' he laughed. 'I suppose I should be telling this to my shrink, not my lawyer.'

'Don't worry, I get it a lot,' said Anna. 'I've been thinking about having a couch put in my office.'

It was true: one thing celebrities, captains of industry and sports stars liked to do was offload their problems, to 'over-share', as they said on the American talk shows. Anna could sympathise they were usually in trouble, after all but she suspected it was usually less to do with introspection and more to do with a desire to talk about themselves. She looked at Sam, wondering if what he was saying was true. Maybe he was in a loveless relations.h.i.+p with Jessica. Or maybe it was something he had convinced himself into believing after he had slept with Katie, a way to justify an action he knew was wrong. One thing her line of work had taught her was that men didn't have to be unhappy with their partners to cheat on them.

Uncomfortably, her thoughts strayed to the night she had found her own boyfriend, the man she had trusted, in bed with her sister. She remembered Andrew's protestations that it wasn't how it looked, how it meant nothing, how it would never happen again. But that had been a lie too, hadn't it?

When Andrew had finally admitted that he was in love with Sophie, she had understood it. She understood that it was easy to fall in love with Sophie. Whether it was her beauty, her lusciousness, her slightly helpless charm, everyone who ever met her was pulled into her whirlpool.

What Anna could not understand, what had been so painful and made her feel completely stupid, was when Andrew had admitted that he was no longer in love with her, that the spark had gone from their relations.h.i.+p and she no longer made him happy.

Anna didn't know Jessica Carr and certainly had no idea how she felt about Sam. But she knew one thing: no one deserved to be in a one-sided relations.h.i.+p.

'If you really want to talk about it, can I give you some advice?' she said finally.

'What?'

She hesitated before she spoke.

'Think about why it happened in the first place. If you're miserable with Jessica, then maybe you should end it, not sleep with someone and then get an injunction to protect your relations.h.i.+p.'

'What? So now you don't want to get the gagging order?'

'I never said that,' she said, feeling a tremor of hostility. 'I just meant that if you're unhappy, you should change things to make yourself happy.'

Sam's cheeks flamed.

'It's not that easy, though, is it?'

Anna shrugged.

'It doesn't have to be this difficult.'

He turned and got back into the car without speaking. Anna silently cursed herself, knowing she had overstepped the mark. She knew she shouldn't let her personal experiences colour her professional actions.

They drove on through the island, each looking out of their own side of the car, the upbeat mood all but evaporated. Finally they entered Capri Town, where Giovanni stopped beside the bustling Piazzetta.

'Studio Rosso is down there,' he said, pointing towards a warren of back streets. 'Keeping going straight ahead and you'll see it. Tell Consuela I said ciao ciao.'

'Thanks, Giovanni,' said Anna, climbing out. Just as she was about to close the door, Sam leaned forward.

'Hey, are you hungry?'

'Yes,' she said, a little too quickly.

'There's a fantastic restaurant just down there called La Capannina. All the greats have been there: Sinatra, Loren.' He smiled. 'You said you wanted your own Ava Gardner moment.'

She was glad they were back on civil terms, but she felt a pang of disappointment that he wasn't offering to accompany her. What did you expect, she thought to herself, a movie star wanting to go out for dinner with you?

'I'd come with you,' he said, as if reading her mind, 'but I think that being seen in one of Europe's busiest tourist spots with a pretty girl who is not my fiancee might get me in more trouble than I am already in.'

Anna laughed.

'See?' she said. 'You're learning.'

His expression became more serious, his blue eyes searching hers.

'Will you call me as soon as you're out of court? We can't let them publish this, Anna.'

She knew she was being played, knew her first a.s.sessment of Sam had been correct: he was an operator. Celebrities were good at making you feel as if you were the most important person in the world so you would go the extra mile to oblige them.