Meant to Marry Me

The office space was exactly what Trent had been looking for. It was newly renovated, close to Bree's apartment and the apartment complex he'd been thinking of renting a home in, and not too far from Bree's studio where she practiced and recorded her music. It seemed like a really good deal, if he was going to go through with this.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"It comes completely furnished," the realtor told him. She was a tall, thin woman who was probably old enough to be his mother but still insisted on looking at him in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable. "Best of all is the view from the large office in the back, here, which I assume will be your office."

She was right about that. The view was spectacular. All of the best parts of downtown Nashville sprang to life in front of his eyes. It would be a shame to make this his office, though, since he wouldn't be there every day. Perhaps he'd let whomever he hired as his second, the person who'd be running things most of the time if he was out touring with Bree, have this lovely space, and he'd take a different office.

"Do you have any questions?" Whitney, the realtor, asked, dropping her eyes in a suggestive way again. He didn't get why she continued to look at him that way when he clearly wasn't interested.

"No, I don't think so. I've read over the brochure. I've just got a few more places to look at." He gave her a reassuring smile, but what he said wasn't true. It wasn't that he wanted to look at other places; he just needed to make sure this was the right path for him.

"Why don't you take a few minutes to look around. I've got a call to make. I'll meet you out in the hallway when you're done." She smiled at him, and Trent nodded, happy to have some time in the space by himself to think.

Once she was gone, he snapped a few pictures with his phone, trying to envision what it would be like with a bunch bustling accounts here. The office was big enough for a staff of twenty to thirty. He didn't know that he'd ever need a staff that big for what he wanted to do, but it was nice to have the capacity if he needed it. There were four private offices, including the large one she'd shown him.

It all looked like it would work out very well--if he decided to do it. Taking a deep breath, he took out his phone and looked at a few pictures of himself and Bree. Everything was going well. If having Zach in her band was a distraction, she hadn't mentioned it. As far as he could tell, it wasn't a problem.

His only hang up was how fast everything was moving. Was he really ready to start a second firm in a town away from his home because he'd finally gotten together with the girl he'd loved since high school? It sounded like something out of a movie, and he knew those sorts of relationships rarely worked out in real life.

But he thought this one would. He thought they could make it work, no matter what. With a deep breath, Trent realized his mind was already made up. He headed out to find Whitney and let her know what he intended to do.