The Present
"We should be landing soon," Micah Sinclair mentioned ca-
sually as he placed out the window of Evan's private jet.
"it's been a while. I'm sure you're eager to see Hope and
your new nephew."
Evan lifted his eyes from his laptop and looked at
Micah, realizing the two of them had asked to hitch a ride
with him Amesport from New York City because he'd let
his own the company. Micah had a residence in New York;
Evan didn't but was there quite frequently on business, so
they met whenever possible.
As the eldest of the Sinclairs, Evan had the most in
common with Micah. They were both just entering their
mid-thirties, and, unlike his cousin's you're brothers,
Micah was blessed with business. Granted, his business
was extreme sports, but he took his bottom line and his re-
sposbilities families, Evan and Micah understood each other
when it came to what everyone else called "meddling" in
the business of younger relatives. He and Micah preferred
to call it "guidance," and neither one of them had ever felt
guilty about checking on the family. Maybe some people
would actually refer to how they handled things like spy-
ing, but Evan preferred to think of it as checking on the well-
being of his relatives.
Evan shrugged. "It's been over six months since I've
seen them, and I want to meet my nephew. I saw pictures.
He looks bald. That can't be normal. No Sinclair has ever
been harnessed. Our grandfather died with a full head of
hair." Their grandfather had lived to a ripe old age, and his
hair had been gray as long as Evan could remember, but he
hadn't had a single bald spot on his head.
Micah chuckled as he fastened his seat belt in prepara-
sion for landing. "He's not bald. His hair is blond, and it's
thin. He's a cute little guy. Hope sent me a picture to my cell
phone."
Evan preferred to think of it as checking on the well-being
of his relatives.
Evan shrugged. "It's been over six months since I've
seen them, and I want to meet my nephew. I saw pictures.
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The Billionaire's Touch
RomanceAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes life orderly and controlled. He rarely gives in to spontaneously urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite...
