Reclaiming Brave Paperback

Prologue
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Sierra?"
Pause. A stifled sigh. "Yeah. So, listen, I know you're like, living your best life in Georgia, but I'm pregnant." 
Chapter 1: Denver
Three Weeks Earlier
End of August
"You all packed up?" I knock lightly against Jax's doorframe, noting the taped-up boxes and zipped suitcases.
"Pretty much," he responds on his knees, his voice muffled as his upper half is somewhere in his closet, digging around. "You think Marco will want these?" He appears suddenly, holding up a few baseball T-shirts—the ones that are white in the center with the three-quarter sleeves in red or green, or in this case, yellow.
I shrug, thinking about the kid my other brother, Carter, was partnered up with through the Big Brothers and Big Sisters of Georgia program. "I'm sure Carter will pass them along."
"Yeah," Jax agrees, dipping back into the closet.
A pang hits me in the chest as I watch him pack up his room. Jax has only been back a few months, and he's already taking off again. Not that I blame him. If I reconnected with the love of my life, hell, if I even had a love of my life, I would follow her to the ends of the earth if I could. Jax and Evie are moving to San Antonio on Sunday, and this is their last weekend in town. My other brother, Carter, is going on a date tonight with the first woman who makes him really smile.
I groan inwardly. Stop sounding like such a sap.
But I can't help but wish I had something, someone, like that. Someone who makes me look forward to tomorrow. Soon, it will just be Daisy and me, and then she'll get some hotshot job somewhere and leave, and it will just be me. Denver Kane, all alone in his childhood home with no real career prospects and no genuine options. This is it. I look at the chipping paint on Jax's bedroom walls and the old comforter on his bed. This is as good as it's gonna get for me.
"Den." Jax's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I look up.
He stares at me strangely, as if he's studying me. "You okay, man? I called you like three times."
"Yeah. Fine."
He continues to watch me for several seconds before shrugging. "I asked if you want to grab a few beers at Raf's tonight."
"Oh, yeah, sure."
"It's mine and Evie's last Friday night."
"I know."
"And Carter will be there with Taylor."
"Yeah."
"And Sierra is in town to see Daisy."
"What?" I glance up sharply, an image of my sister's college roommate flooding my mind: long, dark hair that curls slightly at the ends, big, soulful chocolate eyes, and a wicked grin. Sierra Begay is the most intriguing woman I've ever met. And she's completely off limits.
"Daisy invited Sierra to visit," Jax repeats.
"Oh, cool," I say, trying to keep my voice even. Inside, my head spins. Sierra will be here, under the same roof as me. For an entire weekend.
* * *

I spit a loud curse as the wrench slips from my hand, catching the edge of my finger. Straightening from under the hood of the Toyota Camry, I hold an old bandana to the cut, stemming the light bleeding. My head is all over the place today.
"All good, Den?" Dean hollers over.
"Yeah, man." I duck back under the hood, keeping the bandana pressed to my hand as I try to clear my mind from thoughts of her.
Ever since I found out she's coming this weekend, she's all I can think about. Worming her way into my head and sabotaging my thoughts, she's suddenly everywhere, and I don't like it. In fact, I fucking hate it.
"Owner's picking up in an hour," Dean reminds me.
"Yep. It'll be finished." I've been working at Benny's Auto Repair for almost a month. I tried working for myself but wasn’t earning enough money and was grateful when an old buddy from high school vouched for me at Benny’s. It's all right money, no issues with my background, and Benny doesn't give a shit that I still do jobs on the side to make extra dough.
For a guy like me, it's a consistent paycheck and legit work, so I have no complaints.
Turning the wrench another half an inch, I tighten the bolt until sweat beads on my forehead. Blowing out a deep breath, I drop the wrench next to the tools I’m working with and walk over to a side table to grab my water bottle.
Guzzling back the cool liquid, I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts of Sierra from my mind. The smooth, rich undertones of her skin, her large, dark eyes, and the long, thick sheet of black hair falling like a curtain down her back. Damn it.
I need to forget her. Forget she's going to be under the same roof as me for the entire weekend and finish this job, so I can go home and crack a cold beer.
I just have to get through the rest of today.
Easier said than done.