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Authors: Jennifer Crusie
Tags: Fiction, General, Humorous, Romance, Contemporary, Fiction - Romance, City and Town Life, Sisters, American Light Romantic Fiction, Romance - Contemporary, Romance - General, Motion Picture Actors and Actresses, Romance: Modern, Documentary films, Ohio, Women motion picture producers and directors
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having a staid adulthood to make up for it."
"That's a waste," Phin said. "Do you make staid movies, too?" Sophie slapped a glass of lemonade down in front of him so that some of it slopped out on the table.
"What is it with you and this movie?"
"What is it with you and this hostility?" He got up and pulled a paper towel off the roll by the sink and mopped up the spill. "You've been tense from the minute I said hello."
"It was the way you said it," Sophie said. "And I've told you. The movie is a short, improvised film for Page 36
Clea which Clea asked us to do because she likes Amy's work."
"Not your work?" Phin sat down and sipped his lemonade. "This is very good. Thank you."
"Don't patronize me, just drink it," Sophie said. "Clea wants Amy because I don't do improvised. I shoot all the necessary parts of the wedding and manage the business, and Amy gets the weird stuff around the edges and cuts the video. She's the artist."
"'Weird stuff'?" Phin said.
Sophie folded her arms and leaned against the sink. "People can get the stuff I shoot from any video company, but they can't get the stuff that Amy finds. But if they only got what Amy shoots, they'd be mad because people like things like their vows in their wedding videos. So we work together."
"And why is Clea making this video?"
Sophie scowled at him. "Why do you care so much about this movie?"
"As long as you're out of here before Wednesday, I don't."
"Well, we're out of here on Sunday.
"Fine," Phin said. "And I wasn't patronizing you, the lemonade really is good."
"Thank you," Sophie said, feeling slightly anticlimactic.
"And for whatever I did in a former life to make you so damn mad, I apologize." Phin smiled at her, clearly used to charming everyone in his path. "Now, will you please stop spitting at me?"
"Considering that former life, an apology is not nearly enough. 'My name is Inigo Montoya' on this one."
"Who?" Phin said.
Sophie picked up the pitcher and said, "Lemonade?" – sounding more threatening than she meant to. Phin pushed his glass back. "No, I've had enough, thank you."
He got up and went back to the porch, and Sophie felt a little guilty for taking her frustrations out on him. She put his lemonade glass in the sink and went out onto the low, wide, back porch to calm her nerves. If she could get just get rid of that constant feeling that something awful was bearing down on her—
Something furry brushed her leg and she looked down and screamed.
There was an animal there – a big one, it came halfway up to her knee – and it had matted red-brown fur on its barrel-like body and short white legs with little black spots on them, and Sophie had never seen anything like it in her life. It was crouched now that she'd screamed, in the attack position she was sure, and when it moved, she leaped back against the wall of the house and screamed again. Phin slammed the screen door open as he came out onto the porch. "What?" he said, and Sophie pointed down. He let his shoulders slump. "You're kidding. You scream like that for a dog?" Page 37
That's a dog?"They bite," Sophie said in her own defense. It seemed feasible.
"Some do," Phin said. "This one appears not to."
Sophie followed his eyes down to the dog, which had rolled over on its back with its four stumpy white legs in the air. "It looks weird."
"It's built like a Welsh corgi." Phin craned his head sideways to get a better look at the prostrate animal.
"And a few other things mixed in to keep it interesting." He squinted at it. "God knows where the black spots came from. It's probably a highway dog."
"A highway dog." Sophie looked down at the dog, which was now looking up at them from its back. It was splashed with mud and quivering, possibly the ugliest living thing Sophie had ever seen. Its huge, black-ringed brown eyes stared at her pathetically, and she felt bad for thinking it was ugly. But dear Lord, it was.
"People dump the dogs they don't want along the highway," Phin said,
"That's a waste," Phin said. "Do you make staid movies, too?" Sophie slapped a glass of lemonade down in front of him so that some of it slopped out on the table.
"What is it with you and this movie?"
"What is it with you and this hostility?" He got up and pulled a paper towel off the roll by the sink and mopped up the spill. "You've been tense from the minute I said hello."
"It was the way you said it," Sophie said. "And I've told you. The movie is a short, improvised film for Page 36
Clea which Clea asked us to do because she likes Amy's work."
"Not your work?" Phin sat down and sipped his lemonade. "This is very good. Thank you."
"Don't patronize me, just drink it," Sophie said. "Clea wants Amy because I don't do improvised. I shoot all the necessary parts of the wedding and manage the business, and Amy gets the weird stuff around the edges and cuts the video. She's the artist."
"'Weird stuff'?" Phin said.
Sophie folded her arms and leaned against the sink. "People can get the stuff I shoot from any video company, but they can't get the stuff that Amy finds. But if they only got what Amy shoots, they'd be mad because people like things like their vows in their wedding videos. So we work together."
"And why is Clea making this video?"
Sophie scowled at him. "Why do you care so much about this movie?"
"As long as you're out of here before Wednesday, I don't."
"Well, we're out of here on Sunday.
"Fine," Phin said. "And I wasn't patronizing you, the lemonade really is good."
"Thank you," Sophie said, feeling slightly anticlimactic.
"And for whatever I did in a former life to make you so damn mad, I apologize." Phin smiled at her, clearly used to charming everyone in his path. "Now, will you please stop spitting at me?"
"Considering that former life, an apology is not nearly enough. 'My name is Inigo Montoya' on this one."
"Who?" Phin said.
Sophie picked up the pitcher and said, "Lemonade?" – sounding more threatening than she meant to. Phin pushed his glass back. "No, I've had enough, thank you."
He got up and went back to the porch, and Sophie felt a little guilty for taking her frustrations out on him. She put his lemonade glass in the sink and went out onto the low, wide, back porch to calm her nerves. If she could get just get rid of that constant feeling that something awful was bearing down on her—
Something furry brushed her leg and she looked down and screamed.
There was an animal there – a big one, it came halfway up to her knee – and it had matted red-brown fur on its barrel-like body and short white legs with little black spots on them, and Sophie had never seen anything like it in her life. It was crouched now that she'd screamed, in the attack position she was sure, and when it moved, she leaped back against the wall of the house and screamed again. Phin slammed the screen door open as he came out onto the porch. "What?" he said, and Sophie pointed down. He let his shoulders slump. "You're kidding. You scream like that for a dog?" Page 37
That's a dog?"They bite," Sophie said in her own defense. It seemed feasible.
"Some do," Phin said. "This one appears not to."
Sophie followed his eyes down to the dog, which had rolled over on its back with its four stumpy white legs in the air. "It looks weird."
"It's built like a Welsh corgi." Phin craned his head sideways to get a better look at the prostrate animal.
"And a few other things mixed in to keep it interesting." He squinted at it. "God knows where the black spots came from. It's probably a highway dog."
"A highway dog." Sophie looked down at the dog, which was now looking up at them from its back. It was splashed with mud and quivering, possibly the ugliest living thing Sophie had ever seen. Its huge, black-ringed brown eyes stared at her pathetically, and she felt bad for thinking it was ugly. But dear Lord, it was.
"People dump the dogs they don't want along the highway," Phin said,
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