As We Are (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #5) - Claudia Y. Burgoa

Hadley’s Prologue

You know what they say about small towns: they’re a little piece of real estate hell. Well, maybe saying they is an exaggeration. I am the one who says that.

I was born and raised in a hell hole called Baker’s Creek. The town is a two-hour drive east from Portland, near Mount Hood. Many of its residents love it, but some of us couldn’t wait to leave the place as soon as we were old enough to.

In my defense, I was the awkward kid who spent her free time in the library, worked at the ice cream parlor in Happy Springs—that’s the town next to Baker’s Creek—and skipped parties because I had a babysitting job lined up. Not even one I found myself, my mom scheduled them for me. I’m pretty sure that she did it so that I would skip some of the parties that happened at the old Aldridge mansion.

Anyway, due to my awkwardness, the Regina Georges of the town had a field day with me. It’s to no one’s surprise that the moment I received my high school diploma, I drove away and swore I’d never go back.

It was goodbye, Baker’s Creek and hello, Denver.

Turns out, that I could only be away for so long. Not only am I back, but I’m working on the point of the town where everything is happening.

What’s happening in Baker’s Creek, you ask?

The Aldridge family is back in town.

I know, I lost you. So a little background. Legend says that the Aldridge family came to the west side of the country during the gold rush. Once they became filthy rich, they established themselves in Oregon, on the east side of Mount Hood. They own a ski lodge called The Lodge, a factory called Aldry’s Sweet, and pretty much all the land.

Now that the patriarch William Aldridge is dead, his sons have moved to Baker’s Creek. No one knows why they’re there. As small towns go, there are several rumors like “they’re here to sell the town,” or “they want to increase the rent and kick everyone out of Baker’s Creek.” My favorite? “They came to eat the young.” I don’t know who is saying that one, but you have to admit that it’s hilarious.

I know why they are here. I can’t tell you.

I’m now aiding them with their children— aiding, not babysitting. If you can keep a secret, I’ll say that their father left them everything under several conditions. One of them is that they can’t hire anyone to help them at home. In order to be their kids’ friendly babysitter, I had to sign an NDA. See why I can’t mumble a word about their lives?

So, my lips are sealed. I can’t say much about them, not even to Mom. I might not be able to say anything about the brothers, but I can tell the Aldridge family everything I know about the town. I'm Aldridge's source of information when it comes to the town. What I don’t know, I’ll research. With my help, they might be able to uncover a thing or two about their past, their father, and the reason why they are here.

I might be broke, single, and desperate, but I’m ready to become one of the Hardy Boys, or maybe Nancy Drew– whatever I need to do to crack the case.

We’re going to be digging around the town’s history to find some truths behind the Aldridge family.

Mills’s Prologue

I’ve been skating all my life. Hockey is my passion.

I also like to collect useless statistics. They make me feel better.

People swear I’m a jock, but in fact, I’m pretty nerdy. I like to learn more than just the plays for the next game. I don’t tell many people because I’m a hockey player. My fans want to know if I have hard thighs, if I get laid often, how big my dick is. You don’t believe me, do you? I swear, those are the kind of questions that fans post on my social media timelines or send through direct messages. They don’t care that I’m more preoccupied with statistics.

Did you know that the average family size in the world is four-point-nine people?

Or that the average number of children per family is two-point-three kids?

Did you know that the average person falls in love for the first time between the age of twelve and eighteen?

When I was young, collecting these statistics gave me more ammunition to hate my father. Thanks to him, I’m one of seven brothers—not all from the