into the present. âWhat?â
âLike I just said, I was hoping you could help me out with a couple of things. We want a website for the reunion, and I thought maybe you wouldnât mind making one. You do such good work. And you did a wonderful job designing the webpage for the chocolate festival.â
But that had been something he wanted to do. This, not so much.
âWe could put a bunch of pictures from the yearbook up there, along with any current ones we get. Have a place for people to post. You know, that sort of thing.â
âYou could just do that on Facebook,â he said, hoping to dodge this assignment.
âOh, great idea! Could you do that, too?â
Wait a minute. He hadnât said yes and already sheâd doubled his work, and none of it was anything he would get paid for.
But how to say no to a pretty woman? Jonathan didnât have a clue.
âOh, please say yes. I need a tech wizard.â
âI guess I could.â What the heck. She was going to wear him down, anyway, and they both knew it.
He sighed inwardly. Now he could hear all about how successful his former classmates had been, see pictures of their wives and kids. Yuck.
Meanwhile, here was Tina, gushing away. âFabulous! Thank you, Jonathan. You are just...â
A sucker.
â...the best.â
The best geek. Nothing wrong with being a geek, he reminded himself. It had worked fine for Bill Gates.
âI should get going,â Tina said. âIâm late for the committee meeting. But Iâm so glad I ran into you.â
Yeah, him, too. Before he could say anything, sarcastic or otherwise, she was hurrying off down the sidewalk.
Jonathan continued on toward the bookstore, deep in thought. Lissa would be back for the reunion in August. Now that Rand was married, maybe he stood a chance of at least getting her attention for a few minutes.
Realistically, that was about all heâd get. Sheâd been way too popular, and practically everyone else would want to hang with her. Still, he and Lissa had known each other for years. Surely sheâd want to visit with him, too.
But simply visiting wasnât going to cut it. He had to figure out a way to shake things up, make an impression.
Hmm. Following that line of thought to its logical conclusion... If he wanted to make an impression, he had to come up with a plan.
His earlier conversation with Todd Black returned for a visit. Youâve got to hang in there.
He pulled his smartphone out of his jeans pocket and looked up Winston Churchillâs famous quote. âNever, never, never, never give up.â What chance did he have of winning Lissaâs love? About one in a million. If he didnât even try? None.
He squared his shoulders. He was not going to give up. Somehow he was going to find a way to transform himself from zero to hero, find a way to make her see that her truest childhood friend could also be her truest love.
But how?
He needed a love coach.
Chapter Three
A dam was missing from the next Friday-night poker game. âHe decided to stay up in Alaska for the weekend and fish after finishing his sales calls,â Jonathan explained to his fellow gamblers.
âShould be good salmon fishing on the Copper River about now,â said Vance. âEspecially next week. I may have to take a run up there myself.â
âGoing up to Alaska for a little fishing when the spirit moves you? Business must be great at the bookstore,â Kyle observed, his voice tinged with jealousy.
Vance shrugged. âItâs okay.â
With Vanceâs lifestyle, it had to be doing more than okay. Vance didnât talk about his business much. For that matter, he didnât talk much about his life at all. Jonathan knew heâd been married and had a daughter, and that was about it. Maybe Vance had a rich uncle who died and left him a fortune. Maybe he was a Microsoft millionaire. Jonathan had no idea. When it