Page 4 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

I hadn’t seen my aunt in person since the first of the year. Not since we’d gotten together here for the holidays.

My cousins had brought Aunt Millie to San Diego for Christmas and New Year’s. They’d rented an enormous house here so we could spend the holidays together, but I hadn’t set foot in Montana since the day I’d left.

I’d skipped the annual Remington picnic at my aunt’s ranch to avoid the gossip last year.

God, I still missed Montana sometimes.

It was still home because I’d grown up there with plenty of happy memories, despite the nightmare that occurred later.

I missed my cousins and my Aunt Millie.

I missed the ranch, and I really missed the small town of Crystal Fork.

Unfortunately, I could never go back there for good.

Things would never be the same.

I couldn’t change what had happened there, and those fond childhood memories would probably forever be clouded by my more recent history in Montana.

“It’s not news here anymore, Shelby,” Kaleb informed me in a gruff voice. “People have moved on, and your friends have been asking about you. Everyone who cares about you wants to see you. Especially the four of us.”

I looked at the hopeful faces on my computer screen, my heart aching as I answered, “I’ll…think about it.”

If the talk had died down, maybe there was really no reason to avoid going back to Montana now for a visit.

Will it really be that painful anymore? I can’t avoid Montana forever.

“Say the word,” Devon said earnestly. “One of us will come and get you. Maybe all of us will come and drag you back here for the party.”

I shook off my negative thoughts and smiled at my family, knowing my cousins would happily fly to San Diego in one of their private jets to drag me back to Montana for Aunt Millie’s annual event. Considering their vast financial resources, it would be a pretty easy task for them.

My cousins hadn’t grown up with private jets and helicopters at their disposal, but they’d been outrageously wealthy for years now. I should probably be used to their billionaire lifestyle, but I wasn’t.

It was still hard to believe that the guys I’d always seen as annoying older brothers were worshipped like gods in the business world.

“I said I’d think about it,” I reminded them firmly, not completely certain that I was ready to go back home, even for a visit.

Tanner grinned. “You know that’s as good as ayesto us.”

Kaleb, Devon, and my aunt nodded eagerly in agreement.

God, they looked so hopeful that it made me want to cry.

That was the moment I knew Iwasgoing to end up going to Montana for the annual picnic.

The event was important to my Aunt Millie, and it was a tradition for many people in my hometown.

There was no way I could disappoint the only family I had, and I had to rip the Band-Aid off those Montana wounds sooner or later.

Everyone who mattered to me still lived there.

“You’re all impossible to argue with,” I accused lightheartedly.

“We’d never know that you feel that way,” Kaleb teased. “You’re stubborn enough to argue with us all the time. You just don’t win all that often.”

“Because you all gang up on me,” I complained with a laugh. “Well, except for Aunt Millie. She always tries not to takes sides.”

“That’s not why we always win,” Kaleb said drily. “It’s because you’re much too sweet to not forgive all of us before we really deserve it.”

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