Coley Does Things Novels & Stories

"Nothing justifies this act." "I didn't call you to make me feel even worse, just tell me what I'm supposed to do. I'm used to flirting with women and making them horny and all, but I don't know how to make one feel better, other than sex." Cole stood to his feet, drawing closer to his closet and selecting a black tank top and a pair of grey shorts. He put the selected clothing items over his shoulders and then made sure his phone was on loud speaker. After that was done, he placed the phone on the drawer so he could get into his clothes.

But today had to be one of those mornings. ************* Cole After I hang up with Brad, I went straight to the cemetery. I did that every birthday of mine but I'm not a creep . I only went there to meet Billy. " Cole !" I recognized Billy's warm smile as he opened up his arms for a bear hug "Billy ! " " How are you?" "I've been better, how is she ?" " She's all good" " I'm happy to hear that" " How is she ?" He asked me evenly

“Ye’ve been keepin’ this tae yerself?” “Aye,” I said simply, slipping off my heels and letting my toes sink into the rug. “Some things a girl has tae keep fer herself.” Callum moved behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him without a single touch. “And now ye’ve invited us in.” I turned just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “Don’t read too much into it.” He smiled slow, like a man who had no intention of listening. Cat flopped onto the sofa, already scrolling her phone. “Speaking of things you keep for yourself, Cole’s back in L.A., and the gossip blogs say he’s been seen at that new rooftop club in West Hollywood.”

Their post is uptown so it's expected to be busy. "So do you also write about bad guys and stuff? " "Actually I don't, I'm more of a romanticist. But who knows I could write one in the future, if someone inspires me, “ she chuckles. " I see, anyway could you hold on for a while I'll just go to the washroom." Cole is really a good liar, he wasn't going to the washroom but to the nearby boutique. When he went back to the coffee shop his shoulder dropped when Liz was no longer at the table where he left her. Just as he was about to leave someone called out to him.

Even now, with everything that had changed, he had a way of making things feel like they hadn’t. Arabella’s small hand shot up in the air, ready for a high-five, and Cole obliged, giving her a solid slap on the palm when he correctly named all of her friends. I laughed, shaking my head. Cole was always so determined to get things right, even now with pieces of his life still missing. His attention to detail, his need to understand, it was all still there.

“I don’t, no.” “And you don’t have time for the post, so the whole thing’s a bust really.” Cole must have sounded a bit woebegone because he said, “There isn’t an e-copy you could sign me up for?” with the same kind of embarrassed gentleness you might show a three-legged kitten if you weren’t all that keen on cats. “I don’t know. It just turns up in my pidgeon hole. It’s this glossy thing and the cover story is always Spring Well Graduate Now King of Everything Ever.”

It feels like I’ve not seen them in so long when it's only been a week. I watch Cole as he drives, and I wonder what he usually does on weekends. I bet he has a schedule that he sticks to religiously. “What do you usually do on weekends?” Cole smiles and licks his lips, “I play golf on weekends.” When I look at him blankly, he laughs and glances at me sideways. “What?” “I’m starting to realize why God has put me in your life,” I say dryly, and Cole cackles. “Oh yeah, and why is that?” He asks, amused.

“Can you help me? I have to move a bed in the medical tent.” “Absolutely,” Tommy says, jumping to his feet, looking quite pleased to have an excuse to get out of here. Cole and I watch them go, waving a little as Will and Shayne turn their attention to each other. “Seriously, Cole,” I say, turning back to him, holding the little wolf flat on my palm again. “This is really cool. How long have you been doing this?” “Since I was a kid,” he says, tucking his knife back into the sheath at his side. “Mom and dad insisted we all take an interest in some art or another. Iris is a very talented singer. I did physical art – painting, sculpture. That sort of thing.”

Marry your daughter ~ Roxy's POV ~ I was really anxious to get back to New York. I can’t believe Cole talked to my father. We barely talk about our families. It wasn’t really something that we enjoy discussing. Ever since the free clinic was opened and my relationship with Cole was made public Cole went back to his old habits. He quit working at the publishing company since he wasn’t really passionate about it. He just continued running the bar.

Aaron grabbed Cole's face, hard. Cole was a bit shaken, but he was good at masking emotions. "Prescott, Prescott, Prescott," he smiled, staring into Cole's eyes, "I in fact do want that. " --- Cell Yard – Afternoon The afternoon sun was sharp over the yard. Everything was exposed in it. No shadows to hide behind, no softness in the air. Just heat, noise, and tension sitting under every movement. Cole stood with Bruce near the center. Bruce was talking quickly, hands moving as he explained his idea.