Chandler
A week has passed since Dad agreed not to nag me about running for mayor. To say I feel like I won the championship is an understatement.
Now, I sit in my office, staring off in space.
I want Winsome to keep the engagement ring.
Hell, I'd rather have her wear it.
No, I didn't propose to her.
However, I like the idea of an engagement with Winsome.
Marriage?
Well, no matter what Ben and Rick say, I'm still warming up to the idea.
A knock on my closed office door interrupts my thoughts.
Val walks in and sits across from me. "Side project is complete."
"Side project? Complete?" I tap my pen on the table.
Val hands me a photograph. "Andrew McCain."
The smiling face in the photograph makes me cringe.
It's the same photograph I sent Val weeks ago.
"McCain," I say.
"Accord
