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Thanks so much for the reviews, alerts and faves just from that small chapter.

Sorry, that I didn't update over the weekend, I rarely do. I'm going to go ahead and say this for all of my stories, the next two weeks will be spotty on updates. I've got a lot of work and four research papers that I'll be working on, as well as a mid-term this week. I hope you all understand, but in two weeks, I should have more time.

Chapter 4

Jasper Whitlock gives me a final reassuring smile before asking me if I'm ready to meet the men. I give a nervous nod and this is when the real show begins. With a quick, stay true to you, pep talk, I turn my eyes to the first extended cab pickup truck pulling up with the first eligible bachelor for this Georgia Peach.

The producers of the show thought it would be humorous to have them arrive in pickup trucks instead of a limo, since the name of the show is revolved around a southern woman and all. I find it cheesy at best, but I'm going with it. I'm here for love, not for materialistic items or fame.

The shiny hunter green Chevy pulls to a stop a few feet in front of me and I wait with baited breath as a black finely polished shoe steps out of the truck and onto the stoned driveway.

A/N: Might have one more today, but it will probably be tomorrow. Thanks so much for reading though.

Who do you think is in the first truck?