Matt shook his head. “Not my problem,” he said with a laugh.
Roxie’s voice hardened. “It will be if I have to answer phones from the pool office all morning.”
Without breaking stride, Matt pivoted in midstep and returned to her side, already shuffling through his keys to find the one to open her office door. “That’s cruel and unusual punishment. Do you think I’d get worker’s comp if I had to share a room with you?”
“I think you’d get some work done for once,” Roxie shot back, “instead of mooning over wedding rings and staring at porn all day long.”
“Links you send me,” he pointed out. “Hello? Who reads s***h on her lunch break? Just because it’s written out in words with no accompanying pictures doesn’t make it any less pornographic. God knows it’s not literary.”
Roxie kicked his shoe
