Matt shook the water from his hair and shoulders as he exited the showers. Then he saw Roxie step into the locker room and he stopped. “Hey,” he called out. His hands smoothed away the water beaded on his arms and chest, then propped themselves on his hips in what he hoped to be a nonchalant gesture. “Roxie. What’s up?”
A good ten years younger than him, Roxie was fresh from college and favored black eyeliner that gave her a catty appearance. She had long hair dyed fire-engine red that she usually wore pulled up in a ponytail, the bangs cut really short above her thick glasses. Her lipstick matched her hair, and her skin was a shade of pale pink that looked as if she’d never seen the sun. In a gym full of sweatpants and shorts, she easily stood out in her black T-shirt over a baby blue th
