 That was my introduction to Brady, and I wasn't sure what to expect. But he was completely different from what I imagined. Instead of being big and rough, he was slightly built and quiet. I liked him, and we became friends. He'd only been back in town for a few weeks when he was asking me to marry him. Jenny, I'm not handing you a line. I mean it. Brady, I can't marry a man who's drunk all the time.