She didn’t recognize the number, but she answered anyway. “Hello?” “Katy?” That voice. Why did it jerk her back to the past so easily, to when she’d been that lovesick girl mooning over one of her best friends? “Yeah.” “We’ve fixed your car.” “That was fast.” “I might have gotten you moved to the front of the line.” “Uh, that was nice of you. Thanks.” “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.” She couldn’t help but smile, and her heart expanded a little despite the fact that she knew it was a very bad idea. “You didn’t put an address on the form, so I don’t know where to bring the car.” “Oh, that’s okay. I’ll come get it this afternoon.” “You sure?