Chapter 19

“Look at me,” he burst out.

Grant stared. Seeing nothing but the usual David he’d come to expect. Tousled, overly long hair, dark rimmed glasses that refused to stay up, his skinny frame hidden beneath a baggy T-shirt and jeans, and his usual worn-out tennis shoes.

“I’m a geek, I know.” David jerked his hands out from under Grant’s and waved them in the air as if to punctuate his sentences. “I’m good with it. But I’m going to have to go toe-to-toe with the Rick Steels of the world. Shareholders, department heads. Even the support staff. I need them to take me seriously.”

Grant winced. Okay, he could see David’s point. “So, what are we talking about here?”

“I’m hoping you could give me,” David hesitated. He looked around and then leaned low over the table, closer to Grant as if to keep anyone else from hearing. “I don’t know, clothes advice?”

“A makeover?” Grant had instinctively moved closer to David. Now he sat back in his chair. Slowly processing David’s whispered request.