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Can’t Fight This Feeling

Brody

The windshield wipers flicked back and forth, the dog snored in the back seat, and REO Speedwagon played soft in the background. Most of my belongings were getting drenched in the bed of the truck as I jotted a note next to another name on my legal pad and ignored most traffic laws.

It had taken me only two hours to draw up my playbook, and I was executing as I drove. My brain buzzed with all the things I needed to do, all the pieces that needed to come together for everything to work.

I had only one goal.

To give my girl the world and hope she didn’t throw it in my face.

But some of the biggest risks in life, like love...they had to be taken with a leap of faith.

My lawyer told me that.

I pushed the phone button on the steering wheel. It was going to be a long night, I had more calls to make, and only one person on my mind.

“Hey, man. It’s Brody Shaw. Sorry to wake you, but...”