He immediately spotted the man he was supposed to meet, as he was sitting alone, his gaze trained on the door. Walker recognized him from the resort, and now, as he had for that whole weekend, thought he was good-looking but very, very tense. It all clicked at that moment. This was the guy he bumped into at the airport. The one who wore a suit home. Made sense.

Striding over to the man, he put on his biggest smile. “Hello. Mr. Brightman? I hear you’ve been waiting for me. I’m Walker Scanlon.” He stuck out his hand, which the man snubbed, instead scowling at Walker.

“For close to two hours, yes. Is there any reason you’ve been ignoring my emails?” His dark brows drew together, and his full mouth tightened with anger.

Damn. Mr. Happy this guy wasn’t. Walker took the chair opposite him.

“I’m sorry. I was busy with—”

“Spare me. We’re all busy.” He waved a hand, and Walker’s annoyance grew, but he held his temper in check. “I know you’re a superstar sports figure, but us regular people have lives as well, and our time is just as important.”

Choosing to ignore the snipe, Walker propped his chin in his hand. “You were at the resort, weren’t you? I saw you there.”

“I saw you as well. You were rarely off the dance floor.”

Walker grinned. “I have my moments.” When the man didn’t loosen up, Walker sighed. Clearly, Brightman wasn’t about to let him off the hook with a wink and a smile.

“Okay. I’m very sorry I took your bag. I was rushing and didn’t check the luggage tag. To be honest, I haven’t even opened it.”

“Your watchdog said as much.”

“Jimmy? Yeah. He’s been with me from the beginning, and he’s a little protective. You know how it is.”

Brightman didn’t move a muscle and merely stared at him across the table.

Jeez, this guy was like a statue. Nothing cracked that stone face. For some reason, that made Walker want to poke the bear.

“So what can I do for you?” He lazed back in his chair. “Wanna beer?”

“What?” he sputtered. “No, I don’t want a beer. I want my property.” His whiskey-colored eyes shot sparks.

Ahh. So there was a little fire underneath all that ice, and Walker liked that. Very much.

“I’m happy to exchange it for you, but it’s at my apartment.”

“Obviously.” Brightman huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’d hardly expect you to carry it around with you. When can we arrange a switch?”

This was starting to be fun. A shame he didn’t get to talk to him at the resort. Maybe they could’ve hooked up. He’d seen him during the limbo contest and had planned to talk to him, but Brightman had left by the time he’d stopped dancing. Even though the man wasn’t his usual type, Walker was always up for a good time. And slightly tense and grumpy looked good right about now.

Extremely good.