“Just…shut-up.  It’s hot and I don’t have my sneakers on.” 

“What kind of an excuse is that?  I don’t care if you’re in heels.  You ditch the shoes and run barefoot, a full out sprint for two miles in no more than twelve minutes total.” 

Bradley suddenly felt dizzy and quickly shook her head to be sure.  “Do you have any water?” she quickly asked changing the subject. 

“No, but I can get you some.”

Bradley slumped over and rocked back and forth on her ankles.  “I just need to get back to my car,” she sniffled.  Brody didn’t miss a beat acting as i...

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