Vic was right—he had made Matt forget about the workshop. Tuesday morning he dressed in his usual work clothes—even if it were the middle of winter, Matt wore a pair of snug swim briefs under his pants, as he planned to be in and out of the pool all day. But when he pulled his late model Jaguar into the gym’s parking lot and saw Roxie standing in the swirling flurries, waiting for him, he groaned. Easing to a stop at the curb, he leaned across and unlocked the passenger side door. She climbed into the sports car, bringing a rush of cold air in with her. When she closed the door, Matt caught a whiff of summery perfume. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
Matt put the car into gear. “Hello to you, too.”
Roxie didn’t take the bait. Reaching for the radio knob as if the car were hers, she began flippi
