Unbreakable
Georgia Coffman
Contents
Letter to the Reader
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Bonus Scene
The Salvation Society
Books by Georgia Coffman
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright 2020 GEORGIA COFFMAN
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.
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Editing:
Marion Archer, Making Manuscripts
Proofreading:
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Letter to the Reader
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up this book. It holds a special story that’s been in my heart for years, and I’m still beside myself that I got to write it. On top of that, I got to write it in Corinne Michaels’s Salvation series. And that is a dream come true.
If you enjoyed Beloved and Beholden, I hope you love the role Taylor plays in this story. I hope you smile when Catherine and Jackson make appearances too. This couple introduced me to Corinne’s work, and they made me fall in love with her particular brand of drama, angst, and steam.
Unbreakable falls in those categories too. It’s an emotional story of second chances, forgiveness, friendship, fighting for what you want out of life and relationships, and at its very core, there’s love. Love is often difficult, sometimes painful, but it comes through for us in the end, even if it’s years later. Aiden and Sage… their love isn’t always easy or pretty, but it’s everything.
Happy reading,
Georgia
Prologue
SAGE
“I like you.”
I drop my hands to my lap and blink at him. The crowd and the music blaring through the speakers make the bar feel small.
It’s hard to talk in here, and for a moment, I think I misheard him.
“I mean, I really like you.” Aiden searches my gaze, looking for something, although I’m not sure what.
My body tenses.
My mind is blank. I should be thinking about all the reasons his confession is bad. Wrong.
Instead, I draw a blank.
The music is swiftly muffled by the blood rushing to my ears, like I’m hanging by a thread, ready to snap and fall on my face.
“I need air.” I slide off my barstool and fight my way through the crowd, bumping into sweaty bodies, my heart racing.
I sidestep the young bouncer and throw the door open. Emerging onto the sidewalk, I take a deep breath to try to steady my dizziness. I’ve had two drinks—two. And yet, it feels like I’ve had ten.
Aiden likes me?
He has feelings of more than friendship… for me?
It can’t be.
“Jersey, wait.” Aiden pulls me to the side.
The music is faint out here. The stars twinkle in the night sky. Giddy students sway past us, celebrating yet another week of finals behind us, which was what Aiden and I were doing. Celebrating before he goes off to law school in the fall, and I enter my senior year.
It’s a normal Friday night, yet this moment feels life-changing.
“Please say something.” He holds my hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles. The moment I feel his warm touch, my shoulders sag.
I’m captivated by his liquid amber eyes.
It’s always like this with Aiden. He makes me feel calm and comfortable and so many other things… but what do I do with his confession?
“Are you drunk?” I whisper, searching his eyes for a hazy layer, or any indication that he doesn’t mean what he said. My heart is caught in my throat as I wait for an answer.
His lips twist. “No, I’m not drunk, Sage. I mean it.”
I don’t miss his use of my real name instead of the nickname he gave me two years ago.
It forms a knot in my stomach, but it’s not the nauseating kind. It’s the good kind. The terrifying yet liberating kind of excitement I felt when I drove a car for the first time.
But it only confuses me further—I’ve never thought of Aiden this way.
“I, um…”
He steps closer and cups my cheek. “I fought it. I fought my feelings for you as much as I could, but I can’t do it anymore. You’re not with him now.”
Even though my thoughts and feelings are a mess, I tilt my face into his hand, loving the heat of it against my skin.
“Tell me what to do.” He licks his lips, then leans closer still, so his lips are a mere inch from mine. “What do I do, Sage?” he rasps.
I don’t have an answer, nor does he wait long for one. His lips brush against mine, so softly. Like a breeze rustling leaves, he peppers a light kiss across my tingling lips.
It lights something inside me that I haven’t felt from a kiss in a long time. Simply put, it’s exhilarating.
It takes everything in me to push him away. To take a step back. To think clearly.
“This isn’t right.” My chest heaves as pain flashes across his expression. “I mean”—I gulp—“Dave… we just broke up. He and I were together for years. He deserves an explanation…” My voice trails off as guilt festers inside me.
Aiden runs both his hands through his hair, then down his cheeks, which makes his eyes frown even more. “Don’t go back to him, Sage. Please don’t.”
“I need time to think.” I choke on a sob that snuck its way up my throat.
He steps away like I rejected him.
“Aiden…” I reach for him, but he shrugs out of my hold. “I just need a little time. This isn’t easy.”
He remains silent as he stares at a spot on the sidewalk. What is he thinking?
Silently, he nods, his jaw set. He slinks away as if he’s a martyr in this tense situation, and I’m left standing here with my emotions weighing heavily on my chest.
I want to yell and scream for him, but my words are lost in my shock.
Students bump into me,
but I remain in place as he disappears around the corner without a backward glance.
And I know, in this moment, I lost my best friend.
Before I’ve had the chance to consider that I might want him to be more.
Chapter One
AIDEN
Eight years later…
“Tina’s doing yoga in her underwear again.”
I groan as I roll over and lay my arm across Raven’s bare stomach. “Not exactly the first thing I want to hear this morning.”
“She should really get some blinds. They’re literally less than a dollar.”
Sighing, I open my eyes. Raven’s angled her neck toward the window where the curtains are parted just enough to view Tina’s living room across the alleyway.
I prefer the floor-to-ceiling window behind the head of my bed. I purposely don’t have a headboard. This way, I can lie down and fully appreciate the view of the Hudson River and Jersey City in the distance.
I keep my eyes firmly away from Tina’s morning escapades. She’s lived there longer than I have here, and after her husband died, she’s had one man after another to cure the lonely nights.
And yoga. Enough yoga to resemble a pretzel by now.
“Stop watching her, you perv.” I nuzzle Raven’s neck, then trail kisses down her shoulder.
She turns her attention to me. “She’s the one putting her business on display. Literally.”
“She’s a grown woman. Let her do what she wants,” I murmur against her skin, distracting myself from the same conversation we have almost every morning.
She exhales and runs her fingers through my wavy hair. “You’re only defending her because you like the cookies she drops off for you every week.”
I stop kissing her and rake my gaze over the tattoo on her upper arm, up to her shoulder, until I reach her cheeks. “She makes damn good cookies.”
“I better learn how to bake before she steals you away from me.” She giggles. It’s a feminine sound that doesn’t seem like her, and it makes me think she’s referring to more than Tina and her cookies alone.
As if any other woman would steal me away.
I hum, letting the scruff along my jaw tickle Raven’s cheek. “I like the sound of more baked goods, but it’s going to take a lot more than a few cookies to keep me from you.” I kiss her lips, drinking her in like I would expensive whiskey, liking that they’re natural. Any minute she’ll cover them in bright red, pink, or purple, depending on what kind of day this is for her.
“Aren’t you meeting with the new PR firm this morning? You’re going to be late if we keep this up.” She nibbles on my bottom lip, then pulls back, her black lashes fluttering as she opens and closes her eyes.
I run my hands through my hair, sighing with exhaustion. I’ve worked long, nearly impossible hours to get our startup company rolling. We’ve created an app that allows users to buy and sell stocks in players of different sports, and their value is determined by an algorithm I carefully—and painstakingly—built over three years.
It’s been five total years of grueling work, continual beta tests, and assembling the best team. Finding Jared, in particular, was a miracle. I did most of the heavy lifting, but he was a major help in perfecting the algorithm. Without him and his wizard skills, we wouldn’t be where we are now.
We’ve had numerous meetings with investors too, although Westin has handled most of those. We learned after a few rejections that I don’t belong in the spotlight. Westin’s taken the lead on our funding and marketing, both of which are his strong suits, anyway.
But we’ve exhausted our connections over the last couple years as we tested the app in phases during every sports season, correcting bugs and faults in the sequencing and selection of the algorithm. Now, it’s time for the official launch of Jock Stock, and we agreed a PR firm would be the most beneficial way to expand our reach.
This morning will be our first meeting since they took us on as clients, and we’ll need to go over the campaign that will secure our place in the sports industry—our future.
Despite my excitement, my job and its long hours have taken a toll. And at times, my sanity.
Small business owners and entrepreneurs should receive daily medals for their dedication and drive to not stop. To motivate ourselves, especially when no one’s watching. To reach for more and refuse to settle, or worse—give up.
“Go.” Raven nods toward the bathroom.
Groaning, I toss the covers to the side. My body feels like it’s made of cement as I drag myself to the shower. I rub shampoo into my hair, noticing how much longer it is than I normally keep it, but I haven’t been able to make my last two haircut appointments. Between work, sleep, and sneaking in a date with Raven as often as I can, it’s been hard to squeeze anything else into my schedule.
Thank fuck this is New York, though, and many places stay open past midnight. It opens so many more options for me, unlike my small hometown, where options are limited to begin with, and everything closes as early as eight o’clock.
I step out of the bathroom, a towel around my hips, when Raven says, “We should celebrate tonight.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re going to have to take a break someday.” She brushes past me into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, and I catch small glimpses of her as she moves about.
Over the last few months, my loft has become basically hers too. More of her things litter this place than my own, and not only bathroom toiletries. She has throw pillows and rugs, canvases and paints, even tampons, which would have freaked me out if I didn’t have two overly comfortable sisters. Mia and Avril share far too much about their personal lives with me.
But this is still my home.
Raven hasn’t brought up the idea of moving in together, not since last month when I told her we should wait since her lease isn’t up for another few months, after which we can revisit the topic.
What I didn’t tell her is… I felt unsure when she asked, although I don’t know why.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Raven twists her wet hair in a towel, wringing it out. “I thought Westin said business attire today because of the meeting.”
I peer down at my jeans and plaid button-down over a white tee. “But these are my good jeans. No holes or tattered cuffs.”
She smiles, placing her hands on my upper arms. “You definitely should change, and we need to go shopping this weekend. You literally only have two pairs of slacks, A.”
My jaw tics.
She’s trying to help—I know and appreciate this—but having her tell me we need to go shopping makes me cringe, as if I can’t take care of myself. Even Mia has never tried to take me shopping, and that’s what she lives for.
“We’re a casual office,” I say, keeping my voice neutral.
“But you’re on your way to making it big, so you’ll need nicer clothes to impress people.” She pats my shoulder, then kisses my cheek.
“That’s another reason why I’m not the face of the company and Westin is. He’s a lot prettier, and his closet is practically a J. Crew store.”
She rolls her eyes. “Go.”
Forcing a smile, I change into the nicest clothes I own—I haven’t dressed up this much since I was in college interviewing for internships.
College.
It feels like another lifetime at this point, but the thought of that time in my life, when my world imploded, still makes me grimace.
I smooth my hair back into a low bun and leave the top two buttons of my shirt open, then grab a sports coat and assess myself in the mirror.
“It’s perfect,” Raven says from behind me.
I nod, then pull my leather messenger bag over my shoulder and kiss her once more before I head out into the fresh morning air.
We survived another brutal winter, and the smell of spring in the air gives us hope for relief—a new beginning.
On my way to the subway, I pass the bakery where Raven and I get coffees and pastries when
we have a free morning. Past a small convenience store next to a dry cleaner. I move out of the way of a jogger and her St. Bernard, who’s salivating and keeping pace next to her like she promised it a big steak later.
A taxi cuts off a minivan right as the light turns for us to cross. No one flinches. It’s New York City, after all. I’ve lived here long enough not to be fazed by the chaos, either.
It’s been almost eight years, but it seems like yesterday that I came here and met Westin at my last job. Our first conversation was over Fantasy Football and sports stats.
We sold IT equipment, and Westin outdid me every quarter. He has a way with words and natural charm that proved very helpful when we needed to secure startup funds. It’s because of him that our app has become more than a simple idea.
It’s a company.
I head down the stairs, disappearing into the dim light toward the subway. People run, walk, or idly stand to the side. One guy is hunched in the corner, and a couple guys use buckets as drums, an upturned hat in front of them with change.
Thirty minutes later, I get off the subway and walk a couple blocks to our new office in Midtown. We moved in a couple months ago, and I’m still getting used to the commute. It could be worse, though. It takes Jared an hour to get to work now, sometimes longer, which I’m sure he’ll complain about as soon as he sees me. He complains about it every day.
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