Page 114 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
She nodded. “Probably more often than you’d like. I think I’d like to see Montana and get to know that brother of yours and his wife. I’d like to meet your aunt and your cousins, too.”
It occurred to me that she and Millie would probably become fast friends.
“I think you’ll like Crystal Fork,” I said. “It’s smaller than Hollister, but it’s a friendly town despite the tendency for gossip.”
She shook her head. “You can’t live in a small town without gossip. Hollister has grown over the years, but the gossip is still here. I know I’ve questioned you a lot, Asher, but my Sierra is happy. It does my heart good to see it after everything she’s been through. I was starting to worry that I’d never see her truly happy again.”
“She makes me happy, too,” I said truthfully.
“If your relationship keeps growing, I think the two of you can heal each other’s souls,” she said hopefully.
I was fairly certain that Sierra was already healing my soul.
I was a much different man than I’d been before we’d met.
I didn’t know if I could heal hers, but I knew I could make her happy, and that meant something to me.
I opened my arms to the older woman.
I didn’t initiate physical contact with anyone but Sierra, but I wanted to comfort her mom.
She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard.
My gut tightened as I held the older woman.
“I think you’re a good boy, Asher,” she said tearfully.
Shit!How long had it been since I’d heard those words?
Definitely never since my mother had died.
I didn’t discourage her from calling a man in his early forties aboy.
Honestly, it was pretty sweet.
“Thank you for all of your hard work on my home,” she added.
“It was my pleasure,” I replied, surprised by how much I meant those words.
It had felt good to use my hands and do some physical work on home repairs for a change.
It also felt good to be helping someone who needed it.
I’d notice that kind of satisfaction when I’d been working around Millie’s place, and it was no different with Martha.
Billionaire or not, maybe I just needed to feel useful in a more personal way than simply donating money.
“Are you ready for dessert?” Martha asked as she ended the long, heartfelt embrace. “I told Sierra I was coming to check and see if you were ready to have pie. I think she’s going to be suspicious because I stayed in here for so long.”
I winked at her. “I’ll tell her that I needed a little help.”
She swatted my arm. “She’ll know better.”
“Give me fifteen minutes,” I said as she walked toward the door. “I want to finish up here.”
She nodded. “Thank you for sharing so much with me,” she said in a grateful voice. “You certainly didn’t have to, but it makes me feel better.”
She left before I could answer.
