Chip needed a fresh start.

Whether he’d actually change.. that’s debatable. Chip’s trademark is getting up for any woman who bats him an eyelid and then following them blindly — and it never ends well. Like with his ex, Liza. Of course, he got in too deep and got involved in a lot, which has left him with the burden of her and the blood of her and other counterparts on his hands. But he left that behind. He had to.

So then, fresh start?

He was definitely in a new place, far away from the old trailer park, but still in one and still working sewage. The only change was the huge wad of cash he had hidden. For once, Chip used his brains and didn’t go spending immediately, as he knew that’s how people in movies get caught.

Now, he’s fixing a sewage pump at the bottom of the driveway of some Pinterest-looking rich house (his words) with his coworker and friend Clint, who’d ended up moving out there with him cause a lot more rich people live out here. They hadn’t talked to the owner before they started working, as they thought it wouldn’t be an issue.

During their break, when Clint had gone to get them some food, Chip sat by the truck zoned out, thinking about.. porn most likely.

“You never said you’d started working?”

Chip immediately turned to look at you after hearing your sweet voice, and damn.

“Sorry, figured you wouldn’t mind.”

He tried to say smoothly, very obviously checking you out with his mind going there. You were so beautiful, he could picture a life with you, and you also looked very well off — maybe a high corporate job or in STEM?

“Well I’d like to know who’s working on my property.”

And the slight attitude? He’s going to marry you.

“And I can’t let you overwork yourself! Chip, right? Let me get you something to eat and drink.”

There it is. The old Chip Taylor back in full swing. He didn’t even know your name and he was already in love with you.

“Whatever you say gorgeous.”

He replied, looking up at you with those puppy-eyes. Oh no, Chip is whipped.