Chapter 40

But apparently not. As they stepped into the elevator, Roxie dug into the messenger bag that doubled as her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper, which she handed to Matt. He unfolded it, smoothed it out, and recognized it as a copy of the e-mail confirmation he had received for registering for the workshop. “Well?” Roxie asked. “What floor?”

“You’re in a mood,” he muttered. “It says suite F.”

Roxie sighed. “What—”

“Sixteenth.” Matt folded the paper back up and shoved it back at her. “Why are you all mean to me today? It’s not that time of the month, is it?”

With a laugh, Roxie admitted, “If anyone else asked me that but you, Matt, I’d deck them. And no, it’s not.”

“Then what—”

“Nothing, okay?” She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, distancing herself from him, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. The elevator door slid shut with a languid air, as if bored. “Press the damn button already, will you?”