the hunt

 On Saturday and Sunday Chad and I spent the days house hunting for him. I thought we were going to look in the same town he was living in but he stated he wanted to move to the town I live in as he’d be closer to three of his sons.

The realtor already had a buyer for his house so it was urgent we find another place for him to live.

Disappointingly, none of the houses the realtor showed Chad here were the right fit for him. Fortunately for him I had an ace up my sleeve.

A little background on Chad: his dad used to be a rather famous architect in this state. When Chad and I were dating, he drove me around three different towns to show me the outsides of the houses his dad designed. I know his architectural tastes like the back of my hand. When his parents divorced when he was thirteen, his dad moved to Oklahoma which is why Chad grew up in two states.

“This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, Red,” he sighed.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

He replied, “Yeah, of course I do.”

I made a call to a friend of mine and asked if we could meet at a specific location.

“I’m driving!” I smiled and took the car keys out of his hand.

When we pulled up in front of the place I had in mind, Chad was shocked.

“My dad designed this place!” he smiled as we pulled into the driveway.

I knew that. He’d always driven me by this house whenever he was in town. A long time ago he told me he’d actually been there with his dad when it was being built. He said it was his “favorite place”.

I introduced Chad to my lawyer friend who told Chad the owner had recently passed away and that the beneficiary was intent on selling it. The lawyer started to ask him if he would like to buy it. Before the lawyer even finished his sentence, Chad shouted “YES!”.

Chad gave me a great big hug. “How did you know this place was going to be for sale?”

“Mom was a friend of the lady who owned it. She knew she died and her daughter lives on the East Coast and wouldn’t be moving back,” I smiled. “Her lawyer is also Mom’s lawyer. It’s a small town. Word gets around.”

“I love you, Red!” he smiled and hugged me tightly again. “You really do have a knack for helping everybody find whatever they want or need. You’re…so special, honey! You truly are!”

“Didn’t you want to know what the price is before you said ‘yes’?” I chuckled as we stepped inside.

“Don’t care!” he laughed. “It’s mine now!”