Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Colt doesn’t do complicated, and Sable has complicated written all over her.
His life is run his mechanic shop and raise his daughter.
Everything changes with Sable. She slams into his life—stubborn, gorgeous, and fiercely independent. His quiet world starts to shift.
He swears this is temporary. She’s just passing through. But every heated glance, every accidental brush of her body against his, only pulls him deeper.
He’s not supposed to want her.
She’s not supposed to stay.
Some falls are impossible to resist
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Prologue
COLT
SEVEN YEARS EARLIER
“Any updates?” my dad asks, knocking me out of my living nightmare. I didn’t notice them walking in, so deep in my own thoughts, what the fuck, how the fuck, and who the fuck keeps replaying in my head over and over again.
“The neighbors heard the crash, said they could hear it a mile up the road, sirens blaring, that it was a scene out of a horror movie,” Mom adds. Dad is right beside her when I finally look up. I’d had my head bowed, forearms resting on the top of my thighs while attempting to hide the emotion clogging my throat ever since I’d been updated. Needless to say, my knees fucking buckled so hard I nearly hit the ground.
Whatever they see written on my face must tell them all they need to hear. I stand and start heading their way, meeting them in the middle. Not for the first time am I thankful for the small-town community hospital that’s luckily not packed with people. Especially with the news I’m about to deliver. It’s going to be a devastating blow, having to relay the words the doctors gave me moments ago won’t be easy.
“Kara’s in surgery.” I’d gotten the call first. They didn’t realize who was in the accident until a sheriff knocked on their door. From there, my parents called me, and I dropped everything to get my ass here. They were an hour away, at a dinner and a show in the big city for their anniversary.
“How bad?” Dad asks.
“Shattered femur and hip fracture. The latter will take time to heal. The femur is going to require rods and a plate. She’s got a long road ahead of her that will likely lead to a permanent limp caused by a leg length difference. They’re not sure what all it’ll entail until they see how she heals.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. My sister will recover, she’s strong, but she also wasn’t driving and didn’t receive the impact on her side.
“Christ. What about Brooke?” Mom lets out a gasp when she sees whatever a mother sees on their child’s face. It must be one of inner turmoil, because my guts feel like they're twisted in knots. My heart hasn’t stopped racing, and my world hasn’t stopped spinning.
“She’s—” I take a moment to regain my composure. Mom is going to lose it, so will Dad. And fuck, I already have, which is the reason why my jaw aches from clenching it to keep myself from falling apart. “Brooke is gone, Mom. They worked on her until they couldn’t anymore.” She moves away from Dad and wraps her arms around my waist, not giving a single shit that I’m still in my work clothes and more or less getting grease on her best clothes.
“Both of them?” Dad asks. My eyes are closed, and when a tear slides down my cheek, I don’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, I hold my mom to me. She needs me, and hell if I don’t need her, too.
“They’re working on delivering the baby now.” Mom weeps harder. Dad rocks back on his heels like he received a shot to his chest. Which is entirely the way I’m feeling. My baby could have died and still might not make it. She’s coming five weeks early. Her lungs aren’t fully developed, and there’s a good chance she’ll be in the neonatal intensive care unit for a minimum of a month. While Brooke and I couldn’t make a go of our relationship, it doesn’t hurt any less to know our daughter will live a life without her mom or to know I’ll be doing this alone without her there.
Kara and Brooke were heading to our parents’ home for the night after they spent their evening together. A standing girls' night of sorts, where they’d meet after work, grab a bite to eat, and do what they do best: gab about their day. My relationship with Brooke might not have worked out, but she’d always be a part of our family. We ended things cordially, picked a name out for our daughter, and while the specifics about custody or child support hadn’t been decided, we both knew we’d make it work, no matter what.
Brooke’s family was always a volatile mess. They never talked, pretty much all that ensued was yelling. She didn’t want that, and I’d never live a life where I’d have to relentlessly walk on eggshells. Kara took to her like a built-in sister of sorts, and even if a child hadn’t been involved, they’d still have ended up friends.
What none of us were prepared for was a call like tonight, a head-on collision due to a driver driving the wrong way. The rural area in which my parents live means there aren’t any street lights, so things can get confusing if you’re not from around our parts. And with the snowbirds, along with the influx of tourists, well, it’s sad to say that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.