When Matt pulled into the gym’s parking lot, he grinned at the empty spot where Roxie’s car usually sat. Ha! Got here first. Boo-yah! He could just imagine the pissy look on her face when she finally rolled in and found him at her desk waiting, a self-satisfied smirk in place. “Late night?” he would ask. She always picked on him when he was late. God, how he loved it when the tables were turned.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to tease her—as he was letting himself in the front door of the gym, a strange minivan pulled up behind him. The door opened and Roxie stepped out, flipping her black-dyed ponytail over her shoulder. “I’m down on the return list! Call me!” she shouted to someone inside the van before pulling the door shut. Then she hiked her purse strap up her arm and jogged o
