He sat in the truck as he studied the house. Great, a frou-frou house painted blue and white with fancy little wooden curlicues all over the place. He glanced at the sign advertising her shop. Only Kate would put up a sign shaped like a bra and live in a house like this. He huffed out an exasperated breath. How could he have agreed to this crazy stunt and on television of all places? How could a man of above average intelligence, like him, say yes to this ridiculous wager? Was his research project the only reason he was here? Or did spending time with Kate have something to do with it? He shook his head. Don’t even go there. This morning, he’d attended an emergency board meeting and pled his case. Despite the Dean’s vehement objections, they had agreed to give him one more chance. He had thirty days. If his show appearance increased funding and student attendance applications within that time frame, he could keep his job. The moment Seth stepped from his truck, the scent of lilacs growing next to the house drifted past his nose.
