A mechanic tried to charge me $8,000 for a “broken engine”—but what I took out of my purse made him beg me to rip up the bill.

stood. She folded the magazine and set it on her chair, then removed her jacket. Underneath, she wore a dark work shirt with her name stitched above the pocket.

Kyle stared at her.

“Rebecca?” he said. “I can handle this.”

She was already walking toward the counter.

Rebecca’s report and his eight-thousand-dollar invoice sat side by side between us.

Rebecca continue reading …