Devin nodded, picking out the key to his car. He wanted to get back to his room, put the finishing touches on an outline he was planning to send to his publisher.

"Thanks, but I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did."

He started toward the driver's side, then paused, looking back at her. "The book is called Next of Kin, if you want to pick it up. It might not be your thing, but hey. It could kill a couple of hours."

Giving her a wave, Devin got into his car and started the engine. He'd scratch off the ticket after he got his work done.