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shoulders. They embraced and Stone sent her luggage up to the master suite.
    “You look wonderful,” he said, helping her out of her coat and hanging it in the hall closet.
    “I don’t know about the master suite,” she said. “Maybe I should sleep in a guest room.”
    Stone thought about that. “It’s up to you,” he said, “but I wouldn’t enjoy sneaking around.”
    “All right, since Peter knows, anyway.”
    “Good.” He took her upstairs and got out a couple of luggage racks for her bags.
    “I’d like a nap,” she said. “Alone.”
    “Of course. Get unpacked and relax; I have work to do anyway.” He kissed her and left her alone.
    Joan was buzzing him as he got back to his office. “Leo Goldman on one.”
    Stone picked up. “Hello, Leo. Are you back in L.A.?”
    “I’m on the Centurion jet,” Leo replied. “Listen, how old is Arrington’s kid?”
    Stone thought for a fraction of a second. “He just turned eighteen.”
    “Good,” Leo said.
    “Why?”
    “If he’s eighteen, he can sign a contract.”
    “A contract for what?”
    “I want to buy his movie.”
    Stone had forgotten about Peter’s submission. “Why?”
    “Because it’s better than anything indie I saw at the Sundance Film Festival last year.”
    “Leo, is Peter’s name written anywhere on the material he gave you?”
    “Ah, no; there’s no title page.”
    “Leo, this is what I want you to do: the moment you’re back in L.A. I want you to FedEx that script and the DVD back to me, and I want you never to mention it to anybody until I give you the okay.”
    “But, Stone, it’s good ! One might even say brilliant—at least one would if one knew it was written and directed by an eighteen-year-old.”
    “It’s complicated, Leo, and believe me, you don’t want to piss off his mother. She is, after all, Centurion’s largest stockholder. I want your word.”
    “As long as I have your word to see the finished product before anyone else in the business.”
    “You have it,” Stone replied.
    “Done. You’ll have it back tomorrow.”
    “And you won’t keep a copy, Leo.”
    “I give you my word on that, too.”
    “Thanks, Leo. I’ll look forward to receiving it tomorrow.”
    “Bye, Stone.” Leo sounded very disappointed.
    Stone tried not to think what would happen if word got around L.A. that a sixteen-year-old boy, ostensibly the son of a huge movie star, had written and directed a feature film. The thought of the aftermath made sweat pop out on his brow.

9
    S tone woke Arrington with a light kiss on the lips.
    “What time is it?”
    “You have an hour and a half until dinner,” Stone said.
    “Peter just got home from the movies, and he’s showering.”
    She sat up. “I think I’d better do that, too. It will wake me up.”
    “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
    “Oh, yes, I was just tired from the trip. I’m feeling much better after my nap.” She got up and began unpacking her bags and putting her clothes in the second dressing room. “Is there anything I should know about your conversations with Peter before we sit down to dinner?”
    “Yes. I got him an iPhone for his birthday, which I know is against your wishes, but there will be a condition that he leave it with you when he returns to school in January. I’d like him to have it while he’s in New York.”
    “I suppose that’s a good idea. Is there anything else I should know?”
    “Peter has some ideas about his future, but I think you should hear them from him.”
    “Anything that will give me a heart attack?”
    Stone laughed. “I doubt it, and I think you should hear him out.”
    “Peter can be very persuasive,” Arrington said, slipping out of her suit and hanging it up.
    “You’ve lost some weight,” he commented.
    “Yes, I’ve been trying.”
    “You look very elegant.”
    She slipped off her underwear and tossed it into the hamper, then came and put her arms around him. “I hope I haven’t lost anything you