“You’re supposed to be working. I know you don’t know what that is, but I thought maybe by now you would’ve figured it out.” Brett shrugged one shoulder. “Guess not.”

Logan grinned wide. “Says the guy who shows up after the work is done.”

Brett sat down on a crate and leaned back against the wall, making himself comfortable. He would probably be here for a while. “Only proves I’m smarter than you.”

“And lazier too,” Logan said with a chuckle. He kicked his feet up on the box in front of him. “So what are you doing back here? Did your sister get tired of you already?”

“Not this time,” Brett told him, smirking.

“Then what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Logan gave him a yeah, right look. “I know you better than that, Brett. Start talking.”

He sighed. “Fine. Sidney’s in the bar.”

“All right. What’s wrong with that?”

“She’s on a date.”

“Oh.” Logan rubbed his chin as if he were in deep thought. “So I take it that you’re hiding back here to keep from running into them?”

“No, I’m avoiding them to keep from running into them.”

Logan squinted at him. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

“Probably, but saying I’m avoiding them sounds a lot better. Doesn’t make me feel like such a loser.”

“Oh, come on. You’re not a loser, man. You can’t help how you feel.” He leaned forward, his face serious. “Does she at least know that you’re still in love with her?”

Brett shook his head. “No. I didn’t tell her.”

“What? Why the hell not? What are you waiting for?”

“Logan, she avoided me for almost an entire year, and now she’s on a date with another man. What would be the point? She’s obviously over me and has already moved on.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “So that’s it? You’re not even going to fight for her?” When he didn’t get a response, he shook his head with annoyance. “God, you’re such a loser.”

Brett couldn’t help grinning. “I thought you just said I wasn’t one.”

“Yeah, well, I lied.”

*  *  *

Sidney should’ve known better.

She had a feeling that coming into the bar would be one giant mistake, and she was absolutely right. She and her date had been sitting at the bar for nearly two hours, and she hadn’t seen a single sign of Brett beyond his truck in the parking lot. And that only made her consider that he’d met someone and gone home with her in her own vehicle. Why else would he leave his behind?

She scanned the entire bar again, hoping to spot him in some dark corner, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn it. Why was she torturing herself like this?