As far as Roxie was concerned, that door was long-closed. Possibly forever, and she honestly felt that it was better that way.

"Same here," Roxie said. "About the middle of the night thing," she nodded. "You can come over anytime," she added, holding up her forefinger. She walked over to the dining table behind them and snagged her oversized purse from a chair. She brought it over and rummaged through it before pulling out her wallet. Roxie deftly pulled out a card that had her name, number, and address on it and handed it over to Joe.

"I don't generally carry my keys on me because I usually just fly in through the roof window, but if you give this card to the doorman and tell him I sent you, he'll let you right in." She paused. "His name's Declan. You'll find the keys in the first drawer in the island of my kitchen, though. So, you know, you have access." She reached over and gave Joe a quick hug. "I'm so glad you accepted, by the way. I want you to make yourself entirely at home. No formalities." Because Roxie was possibly one of the last people to ever stand on formality.