Her heart thumped. Oh, God, she thought in a moment of sheer panic. He recognizes me. How can that be? And why did he have to catch me at my worst, wearing no makeup and a sweaty old T-shirt? She tried to school her features into an impassive mask, hoping that if she played dumb, he might actually think she was someone else. “No, thanks,” she said politely, responding to his question. “I’m fine. But thanks for asking.” “No problem,” he murmured, his expression giving nothing away. She felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he didn’t recognize her after all. Just because he had an unforgettable face didn’t mean the whole world did. “Moving in?” he asked. She nodded wordlessly, realizing that the less she said, the less the likelihood of him recognizing her voice. Balancing the box on one hip, she turned away from him to push the elevator button, expecting the doors to open right away since she was the only one who’d used the service elevator that day. It should have been waiting right there for her on the lobby level.
