She flipped her long, red ponytail off her shoulder. “Finally. You’re only a half hour late. Couldn’t you’ve called? We thought you weren’t coming in.”
“I was running late.” At the door leading to the employees-only area of the gym, Matt swiped his ID card in the key slot and waited for the light to turn from amber to green. And waited. And waited. Jiggling the door knob, he whined, “Roxie. My card’s not working.”
She sank into the chair in front of her computer, a smug smirk on her face. “I deactivated it.”
“What?” Matt swiped the card a second time, as if he didn’t believe her. “Let me in.”
“Why were you late?” she countered.
“Roxie.” Matt sighed and tugged on the door knob, but it didn’t open. “Why is it only me you pick on?”
She flashed him a sweet grin. “Because I like you. Walk
