Maybe the other mechanics in the shop were okay with that, but Brett was no longer willing to work his ass off to make someone else rich. Screw that. It was just like his therapist told him. If he didn’t put value on his own worth, then who the hell was going to? She probably hadn’t been referring to his monetary worth, but as far as he was concerned, the same rule still applied.

So Brett picked up the phone and dialed the number Logan had given him once again, in hopes of leaving the guy from last night a message. Chances were good that he would already be on his flight, but Brett hoped that he would return his call once he landed back in Arizona…if he was even still willing to entertain an offer from Brett, of course. After Brett hadn’t showed up for their scheduled meeting and wasn’t able to call to let him know, he wouldn’t be surprised if the guy wasn’t interesting in calling him back. After all, no one wanted to do business with a flake.

But Brett had to take the chance of getting turned down. The place sounded too damn perfect to pass up.

The phone rang twice, and then the man answered. Brett hadn’t expected that, since this guy should’ve already been on his flight back to Arizona. But apparently, the airline had somehow overbooked the flight, and this fella happened to be the unlucky bastard who got bumped from it. Though that probably sucked a lot for him, it was great news for Brett, and he planned on taking full advantage of the situation.

The guy wasn’t at all happy with Brett for not showing up or calling last night, which was apparent in his attitude. But Brett managed to keep his cool. Once he explained what had happened and how he’d left his phone at the garage, the man said he completely understood that things sometimes happened out of anyone’s control. Maybe getting bumped from his flight had given him that perspective. Or maybe he was just a nice guy. Because then he offered to show Brett the lot later in the afternoon since his next flight wasn’t leaving until tomorrow.

Brett couldn’t believe his luck. Just as he opened his mouth to accept the man’s offer, Sidney strolled through the bay door wearing beige slacks, a cream-colored top, and a pearl necklace that dipped inside her shirt between her breasts. Momentarily distracted, all Brett could think was, “God, yes!” But when the man on the other end of the line chuckled, Brett had no doubt he’d said the words aloud.