"A pseudonym. I like it. Very classy." Mark got out of the car and moved around the truck to the back door behind the passenger side. First he opened Waverly's door and then motioned to the bell hop. When he reached Mark, Mark handed him the carry on case to shoulder first. "You take good care of this little lady. If I hear you even so much as set a foot wrong, I'll be back to pay you a visit. Understand?"

The bell hop nervously vowed that he comprehended perfectly as Mark loaded him with everything but Waverly's purse. That he handed to her, dismissing the bell hop by turning his back to the man. Mark leaned down and kissed Waverly's left cheek.

"Have a good bath, and tear the other dancers to shreds." The finger tips of his left hand pushed a bit of her hair back, indulging just for a split second before he pulled his hand away. "I'll call you tomorrow morning. But not too early."