Page 119 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
The holidays were over, and her mother had left earlier in the day.
We were enjoying our last night with our tree since we were planning on taking it down the next day.
The holidays had been special for both of us.
Sierra claimed they were magical, and maybe she was right.
We’d spent Christmas Eve with Millie and the rest of the Remingtons.
Millie and Martha had definitely become friends almost immediately, and the two were planning on keeping in touch once Martha was back in Texas.
We’d spent a quiet Christmas Day with just the three of us.
New Year’s Eve had been a rowdy, ridiculously fun affair at the Mug and Jug, with our whole family present.
It’d been crowded and lively, but I’d managed to enjoy every moment of it.
Did I love the crowd?
Well…no.
But I loved being with family more than I hated crowds these days.
Unfortunately, Sierra had spent some time fretting over me in the beginning, but once we’d started to dance, she’d relaxed.
I wasn’t cured.
I knew that.
I still had occasional nights when I couldn’t sleep, and there were going to be times when I flinched when someone I didn’t know touched me out of the blue, but I was hoping I’d get to the point where I’d loseallof the PTSD symptoms.
If I never did, those symptoms were more than manageable.
My condition didn’t control my life, and I was damn grateful for that.
“I really enjoyed our holidays,” I said to Sierra as she took a sip of her wine.
Our celebrations had started early because Sierra’s holiday book had been a huge success, and I’d been so damn happy for her.
I’d taken her out to celebrate in Billings before her mother had arrived for her holiday visit.
I couldn’t really remember a time when Cole and I had experienced the holidays like this, and neither one of us wanted to spend them any other way in the future.
Our Christmases when we were kids were rough, so we’d pretty much ignored the holidays as adults.
That wasn’t likely to happen again now that we knew what a happy holiday was like with our women and our family.
Sierra sighed. “It’s always a little sad when the holidays are over. We have to wait a whole year to see our tree again.”
She was adorable in the winter nightgown her mother had given her for Christmas.
She kept telling me that it wasn’t very sexy, but it was warm.
I completely disagreed.
I thought it was sexy as hell on her.
“You have my mother completely charmed,” she added. “She kept complaining that she was going to need that private jet to take all of her gifts home.”
