Page 13 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
I was content, but I was also happy that I was attending my last public event for the wedding.
I probably just needed a little peace to get over my irritability.
I wasn’t good with people, and I’d seen far too many of them over the last few months.
Being in close quarters with most of the townspeople in Crystal Fork wasn’t exactly pleasant for me. Who really wanted to spend time with people who may or may not think that Cole and I killed our father? The gossip had been rampant for over two decades now. Luckily, Cole and I hadn’t been here to listen to most of it because we’d left when we were barely adults and had just returned recently.
My three male cousins and their wives were a little different. I could spend time with Kaleb, Tanner, and Devon, but it was hard to really be family with relatives I didn’t know.
To me, my family was Cole.
The two of us had only had each other since we were small children.
Aunt Millie was kind, but we’d never had much interaction when we were young because my asshole, alcoholic, abusive father had hated his brother, so we were never allowed contact with any of the other Remingtons in Crystal Fork.
And then…there was Sierra.
Strangely, I didn’t hate having her around.
Maybe I was just getting used to her ridiculously upbeat attitude and her endless chatter about nothing of importance.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” I asked Cole gruffly.
He shrugged. “It’s hard to tell. It’s not like the two of them are sharing closely guarded secrets. They don’t know each other well enough for that yet.”
Yet?
I wondered if Sierra would eventually share some of her life with someone.
She certainly didn’t share anything personal with me.
Not that I wanted her to.
Not really…
Fuck!
She could have at least told me that her mom was in Texas.
I didn’t need to know her secrets, but a little personal information wouldn’t be a bad thing.
I was, after all, her employer.
Okay, so her mother was in Texas.
Did that mean she was from Texas?
I couldn’t say that she had a Texas drawl, but she had a slight lilt to her voice that reminded me of Texas.
We’d have something in common if she was from Texas since I’d spent most of my adult life in Austin before I moved back to here to Crystal Fork.
And what in the hell was up with the woman’s appetite?
Was I not paying her enough to eat well?
I couldn’t say that Sierra looked emaciated, but a few more pounds on her slender body wouldn’t be a bad thing.
She had absolutely no reserves.
