“I just mean that you clearly have money. It doesn’t seem like the inheritance is going to make much of a difference,” I explain.
“My grandpa owes me,” he says roughly before climbing out of the car and slamming the door.
I wonder what that means as he opens my door for me and we head inside the courthouse.
SIX
Heath
We’re getting married.
I keep thinking that as we leave the courthouse and head home. Sienna is quiet in the passenger seat, and I glance at her as I take the turn up the mountain to my place.
Today has been a whirlwind. Waking up to Sienna grinding on top of me was a fucking dream come true. I thought we were making progress, that maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but then she pulled back. She’s been quiet and reserved ever since.
I don’t like it.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She jumps a little in her seat. “Yeah. Why?”
“You’re quiet.”
“Oh. Did you want to talk?”
I can feel her eyes on me, and I glance over at her.
“About what?” she finally asks.
I shrug. “We should talk. Get to know each other better.”
“Right. Can’t have your parents ask a question and I don’t know the answer.”
That’s not why I want to get to know her, but I don’t correct her. The truth is that I want to get to know Sienna because Ineedto know her. I want to know what she likes. I want to learn how her brain works, what makes her tick. I want to know what she likes so I can give it to her, so I can be what she needs.
“Well, I was born and raised here in Wolf Valley. My parents passed when I was young, and my grandparents raised me. They passed away last year,” she finishes softly.
My heart breaks for her. “I’m sorry, Sienna.”
She nods, swiping at a few tears. “Thanks.”
“Why were you at that auction?” I need to know if she’s in trouble so I can take care of it for her.
“My grandparents’ house. They left it to me, but it needs repairs. I can’t afford the mortgage, insurance, and to fix it up. I was close to losing it, so I signed up for the auction, hoping to get enough to get caught up on the bills.”
“And instead you got ten million.”
“Well, minus fees. But yeah. Now I have enough to take care of everything, plus be set for life.”
I turn into the driveway and park in the garage. We climb out and head inside. Sienna wanders into the kitchen, and I follow her.
“Hungry?” she asks.
I nod. “I could eat.”
“Tell me about yourself while I cook. Where are you from? What do you do?”
“I was born and raised in New York City. My family still lives there.”
