Alexander. Really. An honor. I just love your books." The bellhop stopped the luggage cart in front of the elevator bank of the swank Santa Monica hotel."Thank you," Devin said. He gestured to the call button. "It'll come faster if you push the button.""Oh. Right. I'm just… Wow." The boy jabbed the up-arrow.Devin squelched a grin, and looked at Paris. She scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she examined her watch and looked back up at Devin.He shrugged, not sure what was annoying her. Maybe the taxi drive. Even after the morning rush hour, Los Angeles freeways weren't exactly a picnic, and although their driver spoke no English, he seemed to have a fascination with rap music played at deafening levels. Paris probably just needed to relax.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. "Right this way, Mr. Alexander." The boy wheeled the luggage cart in, holding the door open just long enough for Devin to enter. Paris jumped in as the doors were sliding shut. She shot the bellhop a dirty look, but Devin doubted the boy noticed since he was so intent on staring at the famous Mr.
