Nate Hartman is rich. He’s gorgeous. He’s a recluse. He’s a genius. He’s a jerk. The sign he puts on his porch on Halloween makes all of the kids cry.

Oh, and a car crash seven years ago left him in a wheelchair. He seems to absolutely hate everyone. Good thing he's funny.

His brother hires an equally sarcastic and jerky nurse for him that sets his nerves on fucking fire. And she has no plans on leaving.

Tonight he stares at the dinner Vivi made and simply glares at it. "Lasagna."