Chapter 1“Why don’t you just ask him out?”
I ignored Reed, instead, focusing on the far wall with its pale gray paint and friendly, white-faced clock. The steady tick of its hands was the life-preserver that kept me afloat as the chaos of the customer service floor bobbed around me.
“He might say yes.”
Asking Nathan Sharp out on a date was not an option. I was not someone you fell for at a glance. I was the guy you had to get to know first. But that was okay because I had a plan.
If orchestrating bumping into Nathan was an art form, I was well on my way to becoming one of the great masters. The Claude Monet of stories the two of us would tell our children. Someday my current work—Your car in the shop? Want me to drop you home?—would hang in the Louvre. I just had to get the timing righ
