“We both know Kristen won’t be dancing,” Massie confirmed as she pulled her suitcase into the Pinewood’s elevator. Bean looked up at her with appreciative eyes. “For one thing she doesn’t have the room.” Massie let herself in the front door and found a surprised Kristen doing a crossword puzzle in the living room. The apartment smelled like hot dogs and warm rolls. “Surprise!” Kristen’s light blond eyebrows went from startled, to concerned, to afraid. “What are you doing here?” She quickly glanced around the room as if looking for evidence of something and then threw some hideous windbreaker under the couch. “Is someone here?” Marsha called from her bedroom. “Just Massie,” Kristen called back, finally looking pleased. Beckham, sensing another four-legged visitor, crept into the room and hissed. Bean growled. “What are you doing here?”
