The Billionaire's Touch

CHAPTER 14

The next evening, Micah Sinclair found himself sitting at

Sullivan's Steak and Seafood wondering what in the hell he

was doing there. He was alone, sitting at a corner table,

completely obsessed with watching Tessa Sullivan.

And so he did just that. He watched her.

Obsessively.

Compulsively.

Constantly.

He watched as she moved around the room with the

grace of a dancer, disappointed that she wasn't the person

who took his order. Instead, it had been an angry-looking

color as Tessa's.

You're a pathetic loser, Sinclair. Get up and leave.

Micah had reminded himself several times that he

wasn't here by chance, and that he was actually stalking

Tessa, but c he couldn't help himself. When he'd found her

gone, he'd needed to reassure himself that she'd gotten

home safe. Yeah, maybe he could have gotten her number

from Hope, or asked her to text Tessa rather than just show-

ing up at the restaurant himself.

He hadn't.

Because he wanted to see her in person again.

He'd gone to Sullivan's just to see her, and ended up eat-

ing the best lobster roll,  he'd ever had. The place might

 look like a dump, but the food was phenomenal.

He was still nursing a beer when he saw the guy who'd

delivered his order making his way to his table.

"You good?" he asked as he stopped at Micah's table.

And damned if the guy wasn't blocking his view of Tessa

now.

Micah raised his hand. "I'm stuffed. Thanks."

"Here's your check," the waiter answered, practically

slamming the paper down on the table.

Micah added and grabbed the ticket, wondering why

the big guy seemed to have suddenly become less friendly.

That was saying something because he hadn't exactly been

much fun in the first place. "Thanks."

"You've been watching Tessa all night. Don't even think

about it, man." The stranger's face grew threatening and

annoyed.

"She's an attractive woman," Micah replied sensibly.

"And she happens to be my sister. Stay the hell away