Mitchell's Power Play

Decisions

MITCHELL

"So, what do you think?" Nash asked after we finished walking the two properties. We'd taken our time going through them and looked at everything, including peaking inside the closets, the attic space, and checking out the backyard and the fence surrounding it. Kennedy had remained at his parents' house with Ethan, who was sleeping.

The house they'd suggested for me was already empty and had been for a while. The one they were looking at was partially furnished, and had some half-finished projects. Nash had found out from the realtor that one person owned both properties. He had started to do some remodeling work on the one house, the one Nash was looking to purchase, just to find out he had to relocate for his job.

"I think they're both great," I responded truthfully. "But they need work for sure. "

"Yeah, they do, but there's potential."

"Yeah, I agree. I don't really have a creative vision, but I like what I see and I definitely like the location."

Nash nodded. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Enough that you want to buy it?" He asked.

I nodded, slowly. The house was perfect for what I wanted, but I recognized it needed quite a bit of work. And that part was a bit intimidating, since I didn't know what to do, and wasn't overly handy. I also wanted to make sure that Sammy was onboard before I pulled the trigger. She loved all that home decorating stuff.

"Did you show your dad the properties?" I asked Nash. Getting Howard's opinion would put me at ease.

"Yeah. He said unless you're planning on removing a lot of walls or making any structural changes, that any renovations could be done pretty quickly."

That was good. I'd like for it to be done before the seasons started up again.

"That's cool. Does he know any contractors?"

Nash snorted. "Have you met my dad?"

"Yeah, I figured he'd made some friends down here."

"He keeps in touch with the contractors he used for their house. They go golfing and stuff sometimes."

That sounded promising. We would need a contractor that was reliable, and if Howard knew them, that was just a bonus.

"Let's walk down to the beach," Nash suggested and pointed out a small trail next to the property I was considering.

It only took a couple of minutes for us to reach the beach access, which appeared a bit overgrown and was much more secluded than the one near Nash's parents.

"This is nice," I said as the trail opened up to the beach. It was a lot closer than I'd expected based on the price of the properties. I also liked that the beach trail seemed to be mostly unused.

"I know."

We slipped our shoes off and stepped onto the white sand that was already warm from the morning sun. There were only a couple of people on lounge chairs and another person jogging along the water's edge. Other than that, the beach was empty.

"We could do that every day," I said, and pointed out the jogger for Nash. "It'll beat running on the city streets."

"Yeah, for sure. And bring the family to the beach in the afternoon. That's the whole point of buying something down here, right? To be able to enjoy the off seasons."

"Yes."

"So, are you ready to make an offer?"

Probably, but there was one more thing I wanted to do before I signed on some dotted line.