Wyatt's Pretend Pledge by Liz Isaacson

Author:Liz Isaacson [Isaacson, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AEJ Creative Works
Published: 2020-01-07T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Wyatt felt like he was playing a game of “say the first thing that comes to your mind when I ask you this question.”

Rhett had recommended a realtor to Wyatt, and only a couple of days had passed since he’d called the woman and set up this meeting. And boy, Marcy had been right. The woman had questions about everything.

“How many bedrooms?”

Wyatt had looked at Marcy. She’d looked at him.

“Four?” he guessed. He couldn’t even fathom why he’d need that many bedrooms. All of his family members lived right here in Three Rivers ,and they didn’t need to plan for guests.

“Baths?”

“Four?” he’d guessed again.

“One level or is two okay?”

“Two?”

How big of a yard do you want?” Melissa wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses, and she looked up with every question. After Marcy or Wyatt had guessed at the answer, she’d tapped on the tablet in front of her and fired off the next insane question.

Yes, he wanted central air conditioning. No, he didn’t want anything he had to fix up. He wanted the whole yard landscaped and done. He wanted a pasture for horses, and he couldn’t imagine a world where he couldn’t walk outside and see Kessler or any other animal he might buy in the future.

Yes, they needed a big garage. They both had cars, and Wyatt’s truck was actually a beast. So an over-sized garage would be great.

And a master wing, sure. He wanted privacy if they hosted parties, and if they had any children, any future parties could be contained in another part of the house.

Before Wyatt knew it, he’d realized he did have a lot of things he wanted in a home. He’d never thought about it before, and he’d lived out of a touring trailer for years of his life.

But that isn’t where you are anymore, he told himself. He’d done that to make the big bucks so he didn’t have to do that anymore.

Melissa had been quiet for a few minutes now, and Wyatt reached over and took Marcy’s hand in his. She could always calm him, and for some reason, he felt like he was about to get bad news.

Especially when Melissa said, “Hmm, really?” and started tapping furiously.

“There aren’t any houses for sale in Three Rivers,” he joked, and that brought the middle-aged woman’s head up again. She had thick, brown hair that fell in curls to her shoulders. She blinked as if she’d just realized she wasn’t alone in her office.

“There are,” she said slowly. “But nothing I think you two want.”

“Really?” Wyatt asked, leaning forward to look at her tablet. Because of the angle, he couldn’t see anything but a black screen. “There aren’t any houses with a small pasture and central air conditioning?”

“And a storage shed in the large backyard,” Melissa said. “And all one level, with a master wing, and a theater room, with a hot tub pad.” She cocked her eyebrows, and Wyatt took a turn blinking.

Marcy started to giggle, but Wyatt asked, “Did we really specify all of that?”

“And an office,” Melissa said.

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