Sam had groaned in pain and self-pity.
‘No use crying over it, though. We’ll talk money to them tomorrow. The network will settle out of court.’
‘What?’ Sam was outraged. ‘She came on to me, Cheryl-Ann. You just said yourself …’
‘I know what I said, but what’s Tracey going to do? Is she going to tell her big bwana boyfriend that she was trying to jump you, or is she going to say that Mister Hollywood Big Shot tried to leopard stalk her in the dark while she was escorting him home? If she’s got half a brain she’ll already be thinking about selling her story to the tabloids, and that kind of PR we definitely do not need.’
‘You talk like it’s a forgone conclusion, that everyone would believe her.’
She’d stared at him like a school teacher despairing at the dumbest kid in class.
‘Relax,’
