“How perfect!” My heart warmed and for an instant, I forgot my nervous fears.
The flowers went on my credenza beside me, while JD sat down in my visitor’s chair, rocked back slightly and raised his left leg, casually resting his ankle on the top of the opposing knee. He looked like he owned the place and I was visiting him. I so revere the authoritative quality in a man that can pull off this controlling tactic with ease.
“So, you’re all ready?” he asked me.
“If you mean the presentation. Absolutely.”
“Great. No last minute fix-ups?”
“I’ve done everything I can do,” I said, as if I were trying to convince myself. “If I could just turn the clock forward a few hours, I’d feel a lot better.”
JD’s smile got broader and a malevolent glint appeared in his eyes—something that only register
