Page 64 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
“I think you already would,” Cole said solemnly. “I think if any of the Remingtons needed something, you’d be there. Maybe you have some obstacles that you’re dealing with right now, but I know what kind of man you are, Asher. You’re checking up on Millie to make sure she doesn’t need anything while I’m gone.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“Are you kidding?” he questioned. “You know how close Millie is to Lauren. Millie mentioned that you check in with her almost every day to make sure she doesn’t need anything done at her ranch.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I answered. “There are some things that a woman of Millie’s age shouldn’t have to handle on her ranch. I’m just covering while you’re not around.”
Cole’s ranch was right next door to Millie’s, so he’d always checked in with her often.
“She got to you,” Cole said with a chuckle. “You’re fond of her.”
“How could I not be?” I flipped back at my brother. “She always brings food every time she stops by.”
Little by little, Millie had wormed her way into my affections.
Even when I’d been a dick to her in the beginning, she hadn’t given up on having me be part of her family.
Especially after she’d gotten close to Cole.
I’d gotten tired of resisting because it was nice to have a relative who worried about me other than my brother.
Truth was, I liked Millie, and she was my aunt.
I was becoming a little protective about her welfare even though she had three sons who already worried about her.
“She’ll mother you if you let her,” Cole said. “I’m starting to like that since I don’t really remember our mom all that well.”
“She loved us,” I said. “But I don’t remember a lot of the specific memories anymore, either.”
Cole and I had lost the one parent who had given us affection and love at a really early age.
“Maybe remembering every memory isn’t all that important,” he suggested. “Maybe it’s enough to just remember how much she loved us.”
“You’re right,” I told him. “But I’m not sure that I need another mother figure at my age.”
“I don’t think we’re ever too old to gain a parent figure who cares,” Cole said. “Besides, I think Millie likes to fuss over all of the Remingtons. It makes her feel useful.”
He was probably correct.
Millie had lost her husband years ago, and she’d had to give up her painting because of her arthritis.
She kept busy with other things, but I was pretty sure her family meant everything to her.
“She has a granddaughter now,” I reminded him.
Tanner and Hannah had added the first of a new generation of Remingtons to the family.
“That gives her a little Remington to fuss over,” Cole said with humor in his voice. “But I don’t think she’s going to start paying less attention to the rest of us.”
I smiled.
Probably not.
“Try to relax and enjoy the evening,” Cole added. “I’ve gotten to the point that I really look forward to the family dinners.”
“I’ll do my best. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon. I’ve been checking in at your place. Your barn manager is doing well with your horses and everything’s good.”
“Appreciate that,” Cole said.
