Page 11 of A Gift of Time
I flipped through it, nodding when I saw the proposal.
I’d come up with it? Wow. Nerves swirled in my stomach at the thought of the presentation, though. I might have woken up in that highly sought after position, but I’d never actually done a pitch before despite that fact.
“Do you wanna practice?” Logan asked, sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk. “I can be Mr. Groves, and you pitch the idea to me.”
I smiled at his offer, surprised that he was actually a nice guy and not just the horny twink I’d pegged him as in the past.
“So, are we dating?” I probed, asking another question instead of answering his.
“You really are out of it today, aren’t you?” Brown eyes lingered on me a moment before he looked at his hands. “We aren’t dating. Nothing serious. It’s just a mutual sex thing when we’re feeling up to it.” His sad expression and voice told me he wanted more than that. He met my eyes again. “What’s going on, Jack?”
“If I told you the truth, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me,” he said with a smile, sitting back in the chair.
So, I did. I told him about yesterday being Christmas Eve, about how I’d been nothing more than a lowly member of the creative team, about fighting with Caden, going to sleep that night on the couch, and waking up with him that morning in a completely new life.
“You’re right. I don’t believe you,” Logan said once I’d finished, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. “But let’s say for a moment that Idid.What are you going to do about all of this?”
“I don’t know… enjoy it?” I suggested, relieved that he sort of believed me, or was at least being open-minded enough to try to. “It’s everything I’ve always wanted.”
“Okay, then let’s make sure you keep it,” Logan said, smiling. “Now, start the pitch to me. You don’t wanna mess this one up, Jack.”
I practiced with Logan for about an hour, and he made me laugh several times by pretending he had a mustache and stroking it as I made the proposal.
The sexual relationship between us had to stop—since we obviously had one, even though I couldn’t remember it—but I could see him being my confidant in this new, crazy but amazing, reality. A friend.
When the time came for the actual presentation, I stood in my office, facing the door and forcing myself to take deep breaths.
What if I screwed it up and made a fool out of myself? I’d wanted that position for a while, and now that I had it, could I prove to myself I deserved it?
Logan had gone back to his desk—one right outside my door—and he peeked at me through the glass, pointing at his watch.
I can do this.
