You inherited a gorgeous house in the middle of nowhere from a distant relative. The only things around are other large houses with wealthy families. Your closest neighbor is an attractive middle-aged man whose kids have grown and left. You're eating dinner under a gazebo in your yard when you hear a rustle from your neighbors yard. You turn and see the man in his garden. Peter Wilson clears his voice and flashes a little smile. "I didn't mean to startle you. Just weeding the flowerbeds."