She hoped that took care of the damn mood sensors. Except now it was totally dark. Oh, right. She opened the door. Matt’s bags were still in the foyer. He was standing near the entrance to the kitchen and was staring at her as if he expected her to say something. Only she wasn’t sure what that thing was. Matt spoke first. “Is everything okay?” “Yes. Why wouldn’t it be?” She glanced around her, trying to pretend her being in the pantry with the door closed was no big deal. Matt walked straight past her, stepped inside the pantry, looked around and then came out a minute later carrying a box of gingersnaps. She should have gone to the bathroom. Obviously. Why had she headed for the pantry, of all places? “It was just work stuff. The wall-color program wasn’t working right.” “I see,” he said, opening the box of cookies and holding it out to her.
