Page 27 of Without You

Brody: It’s kind of awesome, though, isn’t it? Anyway, the day I had such great company at the coffee shop, I got a call from the producer of the music videos and work has gotten a little busy.

Me: In a good way, I hope?

Brody: Definitely. We need to catch up. I would like to see you.

I do a little shimmy in front of the giant multi-purpose printer that I’m using to scan all the documents.

“What’s got you so happy?” I hear Daddy ask, his voice filled with humor.

I scream, throw the phone in the air, and it lands on the (thankfully) carpeted floor.

“Dad!”

“What’s wrong? So jumpy. Do you need to be drug tested?” he jokes.

“Dad,” I admonish, rolling my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“If it isn’t drugs, it’s a boy.”

“I’m thirty-two years old, Daddy. If I’m jumpy over a boy, then I’ve got problems.”

“Pardon me. Man, then.”

“Whatever,” I mutter, making him laugh and, thankfully, walking away.

Me: Hmm. I suppose that can be arranged.

Brody: Took you long enough to reply. **smirk emoji** Had me worried there for a second.

Me: What kind of lady would I be if I didn’t make you sweat a little?

Brody: Oh, I see how it is. Playing games, huh?

Me: **girl shrugging emoji**

He follows up with a laughing emoji and a looking forward to breakfast.

Maybe Hannah was partially right. There was a silver lining to my life falling apart. And that silver lining might just be in the form of an extremely sexy, funny, and kind Brody Redding. Looks like my luck might be turning around.

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