Matt headed for the reception desk at the front of the gym. Maybe Roxie would remember the call. He burst into the reception area, the question already escaping his lips. “Roxie, this message—”
The words dried up as Matt realized Roxie was on the phone. She shot him a withering look, pale blue eyes stern behind her thick glasses. “Sorry,” he mouthed. A man leaned against the other side of the reception desk, waiting for a chance to talk with Roxie, as well. Matt flashed him a grin and leaned against the wall to wait his turn.
Into the phone, Roxie muttered, “Thanks.” Then she slammed the receiver down, a bit harder than Matt thought necessary. Turning to the waiting gentleman, she snapped, “Nope. Not here.”
Matt pushed away from the wall. “Who’re you looking for?”
“No one,” Roxie r
