“Here we are.” Edward eased the car to a stop.
Violet lived downtown, not far from the workshop. Still, the drive felt even shorter than he expected — like he’d barely had time to say a few words before they were already there. She’d been working in his studio for a while now, but he realized he didn’t really know much about her. Or maybe… he just wanted to know more.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
Edward took the chance to step out and walk around to open her door.
She gave him another polite “thank you,” and he smiled. “No problem. But you—”
She tilted her head. “Oh, are you asking about the watch restoration?”
He paused for a second, then nodded. “Yeah, right. Forgot to ask how it’s going — any issues so far?”
He glanced up at the tall, expensive-lookin
