His knee-jerk response was to play dead.

Unfortunately, that worked in very few office-related situations. He supposed he would have to play it by ear.

He fought to sound surprised. “What?”

“There’s an envelope in the machine with your name on it.”

“Seriously? How much?”

“What?” Her eyebrows gathered and her nose crinkled.

Guerilla tactics. Distract and confuse her, then attack.

Except…without the attacking part. Good plan.

“How much is it?”

She scanned the machine. “Uhm…sixty-nine cents.” She frowned. “That can’t be right.”

Inwardly, he cursed Pam. This wouldn’t be easy. He clenched his fists…

Then counted out fourteen nickels.