Evan's fists clenched at his sides as his eyes tracked Randi
on the dance floor. An hour after they'd arrived, she'd
agreed to dance with Liam, and Evan wasn't dealing well
with anybody holding Randi except him.
I should have asked her to dance first. I should have kept
her on the floor all night.
Unfortunately, he'd done neither one of those things,
so he was standing alone in a corner, one shoulder propped
against the wall, trying especially hard not to bash his fist
into it.
He gritted his teeth as he saw Randi tip her head up and
smile at Liam, apparently enjoying both the dance and his
company. He almost stepped forward as the guy had the au-
dacite to move his hand over her bareback.
His forward progress was stopped by a rather large
body that stepped in front of him.
"You look like you need this." Jared handed him a glass
filled with ice and what Evan assumed was alcohol.
"I don't drink," he replied irritably, stepping around his
brother to move toward Randi again.
"Maybe you should tonight," Jared suggested smoothly,
grasping the back of Evan's tuxedo so he didn't move for-
ward. "Don't do it, Evan. He's a decent sort of guy."
"He's touching her," Evan rasped angrily.
Jared stepped in front of Evan again pushed him
back against the wall. "Have a drink and relax. Tessa tried
to set up Liam and Randi, but Liam got sick. I'm sure he just
wanted to apologize for leaving her high and dry. She's not
interested in him."
Evan downed the entire glass of liquid in one gulp and
handed it back to Jared. It took superhuman effort not to
cough as the alcohol burned all the way down his throat to
his gut. "Did you just poison me?" He asked in a painfully
hoarse voice.
"Scotch on the rocks. It's a good year and brand. You'll
get used to it. It's kind of an acquired taste," Jared rem-
arked with a mischievous grin as he handed Evan a sec-
ond glass that he'd snagged from a passing waiter. "Drink
it slow," he warned.
Evan scowled at the glass in his hand. "How do you
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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...
