““Are you in love with Kate, Drew?” My eyes meet Alexandra’s. “Yes.” “Is there a chance that she feels the same way?” “I think so.” The more I thought about Kate’s words and actions that weekend, the more certain I became that Kate felt something for me. Something real and deep. At least she did before I shot it all to hell. “Do you want to be with her?” “God, yes.” “Then whether she’s back with her ex or not is irrelevant. The question you need to ask yourself is what are you willing to do—willing to risk—to make this right? To get her back.” And my answer to that is simple: Anything. Everything. My throat is tight as I confess, “I’d give anything to have Kate back.” “Then, for God’s sake, fight for her! Tell her.” As her words sink in, Matthew grips my shoulder. “In times like this, I always ask myself, ‘What would William Wallace do?’” His eyes are serious. Stirring. Then his voice takes on a Scottish accent he doesn’t have. “Aye…run, and you won’t get rejected…but years from now, would you be willin’ to trade all the days from now to then for a chance—just one chance—to go back and tell Kate she can take your balls and hang them from the rearview mirror of her car, but she can never take…your freedom!””
