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Chapter 8
With Mr. Dimples securely in the house, I turn my head back towards Jasper and he's just giving me a devilish smirk. Yes, he knows that someone has already caught my eye. I'm a woman that likes pretty things, or men in this case, sue me.
I giggle at him and he chuckles back. "So, I take it you like what you've seen so far."
I grin and nod. "Well of course, Mr. Whitlock. So far, so good."
He rocks back on his heels, his hands in his suite pockets. "Well let's just see if we can go from good to great. It's time to meet our next bachelor."
I'm not as nervous now, having two down and at least one that has caught my attention. I know it's not a total wash at least.
This time a cherry red pickup pulls up and a brown leather shoe steps out. The guy is all smiles as he makes his way over.
I stand rooted in my spot, making him come to me. He's cute, not as much as Mr. Dimples, but his easy going smile gives me hope that there is a personality full of life waiting to come out and play.
He stops in front of me and offers his hand for a shake. I can't help but giggle again, thankful that he didn't go for the clichéd hand kiss.
"Hi, I'm Tyler and I hope you're ready to have some fun."
Oh I'm ready alright.
"It's nice to meet you Tyler. I'm so glad to have you here. And little ol' me, loves some fun." Yes, I played up my southern belle roll here for the cameras; maybe it's a bit much. I do an internal eye roll at my silly thoughts.
I look back up to Mr. Fun, he's cute in a playful sort of way, and his hair is reminiscent of Justin Bieber's or maybe a surfer style, in a dirty blonde messy way. His built seems to be athletic, but not as much as Emmett's. Yes, I think Mr. Surfer Tyler and I will get along nicely.
There's nothing wrong with having a little fun in the name of love.
A/N: So, we meet Tyler. I kind of like him too.