“Can you take one apart and put it back together?”
He rocked back in his chair. Could he? He’d never attempted it. “Probably.” He took a sip of beer. “But I’d most likely tell you to take your pile of junk somewhere else. I like to fix things, not build them.”
She leaned forward with her arms on the table, giving him a nice shot of delicious cleavage. “But to fix things, you often have to take them apart and rebuild them, right?”
“Not the same.” He tried to figure out how to explain something he knew on a gut level. “When I have to repair a car, I have to figure out the problem and fix it. Solve the problem. Putting something together is about building and making something new.”
That was kind of it, but not really. He’d never spent much time thinking about why he did what he did or why
