With Every Breath
Title:
With Every Breath
Series:
a River Bend novel
18+ adult content and language
COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Niecey Roy
River Mist Media
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Another Shot At Love
“All the elements for a fun, sassy romance: a sexy hero and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. Delightful!” ~Bestselling Author Kate Perry
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Other Titles by Niecey Roy
River Bend Series
What’s Love??? Series
Single-Title
DEDICATION
For my husband.
My heart is yours to love forever.
CHAPTER ONE
The howl of the power tool in Cole Brooks’ grip muffled the ringing phone across the shop. He released his finger from the trigger and the grinder whirred to a stop. Easing back from the ‘55 Chevy, paint chips and metal shavings fell from his worn out jeans and Metallica T-shirt, dusting the concrete floor. He glanced over to his friend wrenching nearby under the hood of a GTO.
“You gonna get that?” Cole called out over the heavy metal playing from inside Trey’s GTO.
“Ain’t my shop. I’m your guest, remember?” Trey kept wrenching.
“Guest, my ass. More like intruder.” Cole set the grinder down and stood; his ankles and shins protested. He’d been squatting beside the old pickup most of the day.
Trey leaned out from under the GTO’s hood and turned, a smear of grease across his cheek and a grin on his face. “You’re lucky I’m still your friend. No one understands why I put up with a moody fucker like you.”
“And no one understands why I hang out with a degenerate like you.” Cole grinned and flipped him off as he passed, moving toward the phone across the shop at a tired pace, his ankles sore. He hadn’t slept much in the past few days, not since he and Trey had trailered the pickup back to Cole’s body shop, Brooks Customs. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m only twenty-nine, my body isn’t supposed to hate me this much.”
“Who’s calling your phone? Thought it wasn’t listed.” Trey tucked his head back under the hood.
“It’s not listed.” No one called the landline; Cole’s cellphone was listed as the business number.
Cole swiped the phone off the hook. “Brooks Customs.”
“I’ve been trying to call you for the last five minutes. Why aren’t you answering your cellphone?”
The irritation in his sister’s voice brought a smile to his lips. “Must’ve left it in the car. Didn’t know I’d be on call today.”
“Is that your sister?” Trey popped out from under the hood again. “Tell her to bring us a six pack.”
Cole waved him off.
“You’re always on call,” Mia said. “This is an emergency. Someone could die.”
“You’re being especially dramatic today. Special occasion?” He leaned back against the wooden workbench.