and rang the bell.
“Behave yourself,” he said. “All you have to do is follow me around and look adoring. I’ll do the talking.”
The Maislins’ front door cracked open, and a teenager peered out. Louisa guessed the girl to be fourteen or fifteen. She had a pouty cherub face, and she was wearing enough eye makeup to send the cosmetic company’s stock up two points. Her hair was dyed raspberry, pulled into a ponytail that sprouted high on the right side of her head. She was wearing long johns, army combat boots, and an oversized black sweatshirt with a stretched-out neck that drooped over one shoulder.
“Uh-huh?” the teenager said.
Pete flashed her his Hollywood smile. “Hi. I’m Pete Streeter, and this is my associate.” He made a vague hand gesture in Louisa’s direction, but his eyes never strayed from the young woman in front of him. “I’m scouting movie locations-”
“Ommigod. Ommigod,” the girl said. “Pete Streeter! I saw you on MTV. You were on the cover of
He turned the wattage up on the smile. “I’m in Washington doing a new screenplay, and like I said, I’ve been out scouting locations. I wonder if we could come in for a minute?”
“Ommigod, you want to use this house in a movie? I can’t believe it. That would be like so excellent.”
“There might even be a small part in it for you,” Pete said.
Louisa made a gagging sound behind him.
“What’s wrong with her?” the girl asked. “Why is she making those megagross sounds?”
“She’s pregnant,” Pete told her. “She has morning sickness all day long. It’s really pretty disgusting. Try to ignore her.”
Louisa kicked him in the back of the leg, and he took a blind swipe at her, catching her on the shoulder, knocking her off balance.
“Whoa,” the teenager said. “Very alpha.”
Pete moved toward the back of the house. “You don’t mind if I look around, do you?” He walked through the dining room, into the kitchen. “What’s your name?”
“Amy Maislin.”
“Why aren’t you in school?”
“It’s the end of the grading period. It’s a teacher work day, and we get the day off. I was supposed to go to the mall, but the Mercedes is sick.”
“Bummer,” Pete said. He looked out the French doors. The yard was small for the size of the house. There was a flagstone patio with white wrought-iron furniture that looked cold and uninviting. Beyond the patio was a pool, protectively covered in blue vinyl. Some fancy shrubbery delineated the end of the property. He didn’t see any pigs.
“So what do you think?” Amy asked. “You think this will do?”
He turned from the doors and scanned the kitchen. It didn’t look any more promising than the yard-no bags of pig chow sitting around. “You have any pets?”
“A dog. He’s downstairs in the work-out room with my mom. She’s into this physical stuff.”
“That’s it? A dog?”
Amy looked worried. “Is that bad? Did you want a house with cats or something? I could get a cat.”
“Actually, I was looking for a house with a pig,” Pete said.
“Bad ass,” Amy said. “I could go for a house with a pig, but I don’t know any. How about a rabbit? My friend, Christy, has a rabbit. I could borrow it and maybe we could shave it and tie down its ears. And then you could like do special effects.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” Pete said. “Thanks for showing me the house.”
“Sweet,” she said. “And I think your hair is bitchin’.”
Pete saw Louisa’s eyes widen. “It’s a compliment,” he told her, guiding her out the front door.
“I know that. We say that to each other on Capitol Hill all the time.”
He smiled at her and got a smile in return.
“Now what?” Louisa asked, settling herself into the Porsche.
“I don’t know. This was our one lead. I’m?usually much more clever than this,” he told her. “The problem is I have these cravings…”
“Nicotine withdrawal?”
“Yeah, that too.”
“Maybe lunch would help.”
He found his way back to River Road and headed for the district. Lunch wasn’t a bad idea, he thought. Someplace dark and cozy. Someplace where they could get to know each other better: Favorite color, siblings, sexual preferences. And it should be close to home in case they got carried away. He didn’t think it would take much to get him carried away. He was already halfway there.
“I know a place on Connecticut,” he said.
“Can you wait that long?”
“If I have to.”
Louisa was apprehensive when she saw his choice. She balked at the door. “This is very nice, but I had something different in mind.”
“What did you have in mind?”
No sense trying to be tactful, she thought. There really was no easy way to put it. “Something cheap,” she said. “I’m unemployed.”
“My treat.”
“Nice, but no thanks. There’s a sandwich shop on the next block…”
Pete slung his arm around her shoulder. He was becoming very fond of her. She was a good sport. She’d only whined a little on the way back to town, and he respected her honesty. There was nothing wrong with admitting you didn’t have any money. He figured since she was so honest, she’d appreciate him being upfront with her.
“I’ve been to that sandwich shop. It’s always busy, and it has bright lights and lots of noise.” He leaned into her and nuzzled the nape of her neck. “This restaurant, on the other hand, has tiny tables and long tablecloths and is dark enough for-”
“This is
“Oh, man, give me a break, Lou. I quit smoking. Look at me, I’m in sensory deprivation. I’m going on frustration overload. I have appetites. I have needs.”
She turned on her heel and headed out the door. “You’re in big trouble if those needs can’t be satisfied with a sandwich.”
He followed her down Connecticut. “You’re a tough woman, you know that? Where’s your compassion? Where’s your sense of charity?”
Louisa rolled her eyes. “Is that what you want? You want me to take pity on you?”
“Yeah.”
She looked at him in amazement.
“It’s a start,” he said, grinning.
She opened the door to the sandwich shop and motioned him in. “You must really be desperate.”
“I think I’m in love.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Maybe I should buy you some cigarettes.”
“I bet you’re in love too,” he said.
“You’re an odious person. You steal, you lie, you’re insensitive, inconsiderate, you’re a womanizer, and you make horrible coffee.”
“I could learn how to make better coffee.”
Louisa slid into a booth and looked at the menu. “I’ll have the number three club,” she told the waitress.
“Steak sandwich,” Pete said. He slouched into a corner and stretched his legs the length of the seat. “I’ll concede to being all of those awful things, if you’ll agree to list my good qualities.”
Louisa stared at him. “Good qualities. This is going to be tough.”
His smile broadened.
He was smug, she thought. Add that to insensitive and inconsiderate. She searched her mind for good qualities.
