She knew she was really far gone in the Adam department, otherwise she wouldn’t have been so irritated by Darcy’s little drop-in that morning. She cloistered herself in her office, trying not to grind her teeth, and wished with all her heart that she were the kind of person who could drown her sorrows in drink. She was as tense as a violin string and angry with herself for being that way. She’d always despised jealous, petty women. She had just decided that a nice long run would make her feel better and get rid of the negative energy she’d conjured up. She was preparing to leave the office to go home and get into running clothes when her private line buzzed and her miracle manifested itself. “Hey, girl, come get me. I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I need to see a friendly face.” “Roxy! Girl, where are you? Are you in Detroit?” “I’m in Novi. Or Troy, someplace like that. I’m at the Executive Suites Motel, can you find it?”
