the casing. The metal had been engraved, although the letters were obscured by rough patches of oxidization from years of neglect. She scraped lightly with her thumbnail, trying to discern the words.
Jake appeared in the doorway, a bottle of orange Gatorade in hand. âYouâre obsessed with that thing.â
âIâm sorry, I know itâs none of my business, but it just seems wrong to let it stay in this condition.â She turned the watch over and over in her hands. âYou obviously have the resources to restore it.â
He barely glanced at it. âI have the resources to buy a new watch.â
âYeah, but you canât buy the history and the cachet.â She closed her eyes and rubbed her fingertip across the scratched crystal, trying to imagine the past owners. âYou must have liked this at some point or you wouldnât have bought it.â
âFor someone who claims to be so practical, youâre kind of a romantic,â he remarked.
âOnly about inanimate objects. My grandfather was a benchjewelerâI have a thing for well-designed pieces. We used to repair watches together.â
He leaned against the doorframe, listening intently. He was so good at making her feel special. Even though she knew it was a practiced act, she couldnât help responding. âNo wonder you canât keep your hands off it.â
âWe didnât do the mechanical recalibrationâthatâs a whole other skill set.â Brighton held up the watch as she talked. âBut we used to replace the crystalsâthatâs the glass part hereâand polish the casesâthatâs the metal part hereâand resize the bands. Itâs a lot of detail work, but itâs kind of Zen. I once read that the Dalai Lama repairs watches to relax.â She remembered the peace sheâd felt working side by side with her grandfather in silence. She would become totally immersed in the project. As an adult, no matter how hard she worked at her corporate jobs, sheâd never been able to recapture that sense of fulfillment and intensity. âWhereâd you get this, anyway?â
He pushed off the doorframe and unscrewed the cap of the Gatorade. âAn estate auction. I was twenty-five and drunk on good scotch.â
She couldnât hide her surprise. âYou had enough money to buy a Patek Philippe at twenty-five? Did you have a trust fund?â
His laugh had a dark undertone. âNo. I told you, I literally made my money from dirt and rocks.â
âBut to have made so much, so young . . .â She waited for him to elaborate, then finally gave up. âAnyway, this watch spoke to you.â
âNot really.â His brown eyes betrayed no hint of emotion. âI bought it to impress people who did have trust funds. I was young enough that I still cared what they thought about me.â
âTrust fund or not, you have good taste. This is an heirloom.âBrighton showed him the back of the casing. âSee the engraving here? Men pass these watches down to their sons and grandsons and great-grandsons. Each owner has his name engraved back here, along with the date he inherited it.â She smiled up at him. âYou should do that. Itâd be easy to refinish.â
He quirked one eyebrow. âI donât have a son.â
âBut you might someday.â She flushed again. âNot with me, obviously, but, you know.â
âIâm new money, Brighton. Heirlooms are for families that came over on the
Mayflower
.â He sat down next to her on the bed and offered it to her. âThat thingâs going back into the drawer it came from.â
She took a sip and shook her head. âThis right here is why weâre doomed to failure. Weâd never be a match on any online dating site. eHarmony would make us go to our separate corners.â
âWe both like orange Gatorade.â He took a sip from her
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