Brantley's POV
I sighed slamming my truck door stalking towards the Dawg House. Flinging the door open, I ignored the curious stare from Steve after making him almost fall off the stool he was sitting on. Eli's lip twisted up in a frown seeing my face. I would be fine. I just needed to wrap my head around things even though I knew sending that letter would be a one in a million shot. So many memories had surged forward seeing that familiar blonde head I never thought I would see again at church last week. I dropped down on the stool beside Eli casting a subtle glance towards the beer in his hand earning me a smack from PJ as he walked by. Okay big guy, duly noted that a drink would not cure this. My brother leaned on the bar top looking at me closely letting out a sigh at the look in my eyes.
"B," he said giving me a gentle smile. "You have been sitting by the same tree for the last three nights. I think it is time to give up. Wasn't that book closed a long time ago?"
"Yea," I growled with a resigned sigh. "Maybe you are right. One more night then I'll close that door. Maybe call that girl Mama has been trying to set me up with."
Thank you kpaugh7 for sending me the song "Cold Feet" by Tenielle Arts as a story idea!!! I hope it turns out great for you!!
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Cold Feet
FanfictionSavannah Avery Graves was finally getting her fairytale. Every detail was planned down to the last second. The groom was Mr. Perfect. Coming home after a decade gone, she was here to get married. Until a letter comes in the mail....... Will she get...
