Chapter 40

Slowly, the elevator doors began to slide shut.

Beneath my breath, I cursed. “I fucking hate returns.”

The doors stopped when they hit the cart and opened again. Pushing the cart aside, I bent down to tug the wheel free from the gap but it was stuck in there good and didn’t budge. I got on my knees and waited for the doors to close, catch on the cart, and open again before I leaned in to grab the wheel with both hands. But my sweaty fingers couldn’t get a decent grip and slipped right off. I tried running a finger under the wheel, maybe to push it loose, but my knuckle was too big to get up under it and I almost lost my hand when the doors tried to close again. They hit the cart, bounced open, and on the other side I heard a handful of books tumble to the floor.