ricity, running water, an internet connection, and possibly a girl." At least he'll have these

besides his own, he was tired of store-bought food from town. But being a bachelor and living independently, he has learned to make a few mean dishes he has perfected over

beautiful girl like her on his arm while walking down the street would be amazing. In his mind, he's seen her so many times in his fantasy

tment. But he told himself it didn't matter if she wasn't domesticated and homely as long as he was th

if she dating someone? Worse than that, what if sh

sit in now that he has signed that 3-month agreement with his grandfather to keep from losing Whispering Creek. She's all he's been thinking about lately-now repeating to himself. "I know she's not m

r. "I know I can convince her to marry me. But, no doubt,

ng for his girlfriend to prepare him a hot delicious meal. She's always sexily dressed, smiling, and can't wait to do two

nd sighed happily at the notion as he closed his

sits up as he hears a flight attendant say in a cheerful tone. "Good afterno

He began smiling and looking around even though no one else was smiling. Cha

male or female. But, of course, most people passed him by, looking at him strangely, ex

the man, who he was told would meet him at the airport. Chandler decided he wouldn't tell them if no one asked w

to his apartment. Instead, he looked around, still smiling and saying "hello, and good afternoon as he slowly w

ound his age. The man looked at the picture he had in his hand. Chandler had on almost the same clothes he was

nly outfit this guy owns?" He rolled his eyes in his head. "I guess I got my work cut out for me." He p

s!" Chandler mumbles, taking notic

. The young man says, speaking informally to Chandler. "Good morning Chandler

e and speed he was talking. The gentleman spoke English but at a rate that wasn't common to Chandler. In Nova Scoti

ter than my Mustang can run. Can you r

ne eyebrow at him as h

Chandle

plied with all thi

k his head, saying smugly.

tance from the gentleman at all other than judging glances. Chandler walked as quickly as he could to keep up. The young man

catching up, walking alongside. Even though the young man didn

as they walked up t

on when he saw the lime green Lamborghini car

called a c

st thought that came to his min

pen. Put your l

s,

door. The young man started ram

u get a

..some

I didn't explain

this point, Chandler was getting a little nervous about deciding to accept the proposition. F

handler's eyes scanned all around, looking at everything his grandfather owned, which could one day be his re

re no longer in slow Ville anymore. Th

doors. When they stepped inside, he heard a female's voice. "Please s

d, chuckling, looking at Chandler calli

ng with you, Sir

are you from anyway?

iful Countryside called Whispering Cree

iversity. Okay, here's your supervisor's office.

b as the door was about to close. "Pssst...pssst. Hey

ds; everyone calls me Na

lunch together soon." Chandler said, smiling a

eks. Maybe one day." Nate said as he walked away, plac

rters, and his mouth had already fallen open a few times at what he had seen around here. All attractive people are walking around in expensive clothing and driving exp

for three months at headquarters so he could tempt me

grandfather would go to any length to try and change him. So now he sat there nervousl

id grandpa