The next day I was met my James and Jonah by the pool. They were both wearing their matching Jaeger-LeCoultre watches. I had not had a chance to find out what was inscribed on them.
“You still haven’t asked.” James said lifting the watch to look at the time.
“Ask what?” I snickered.
“What I had inscribed.”
“I didn’t want to pry. It’s none of my business but yes I want to know.” I jostled myself closer in to see if they would give up the gossip.
“It’s not like it’s a secret Diana.” James offered. “15.12”
I looked across at them. What the hell did 15.12 stand for? Not exactly a romantic number. Was it a phrase in a book or a poem? Jonah was smiling rather bashfully if that was at all possible.
“The date that we met in Cuba when Marcus told me he hired someon
