"What the hell happened?" Micah grilled Evan about the
seen he'd stumbled upon at the Center.
Completely confused, he eyed Evan curiously. It never
looked good when a disheveled woman came sobbing out
of a bathroom with an unkempt man right behind her. Oh,
not that he thought Evan had done something wrong, but
when it came to Randi, it was quite possible for him to actu-
ally do something stupid.
"I told her the truth about being the guy she was writing to,"
Evan admitted glumly.
"I thought she already knew. Hope told you to tell her
right away."
"I . . . didn't." Evan was clogging down whiskey like it
was bottled water.
Shit! No wonder Randi was pissed off. Micah wondered
what had motivated Evan not to follow his sister's advice.
"Why didn't you tell her?" Julian asked curiously as he
motioned to the bartender for another beer.
As soon as he's prevented Evan from making more of
a scene in the Center by keeping him from chasing after
a sobbing Randi, Micah had grabbed Julian and the three
of them had left to go somewhere quieter. That destination
ended up being Shamrock's Pub. It was a small, quiet bar
and grill on Main Street, not far from the Center, and there
were only a few other people in the entire place. Micah was
betting that it was so slow here because of the party. Half of
the town was probably there, and it wasn't tourist season.
Evan looked at Julian suspiciously.
"I filled him in," Micah confessed calmly, not feeling the
least bit guilty because he'd told Julian all about Evan's past
and his attachment to Miranda Tyler. After all, it was a family
business.
"I was fucking afraid to tell her," Evan gasped, jerking
at his collar, only to have the buttonless shirt he was now
wearing open wider. "It's hot in here."
It wasn't at all in the bar, but Micah suspected
it was the whiskey that Evan was slugging down causing
his hot flashes. "Hope told you to tell her," Micah reminded
him.
"I couldn't. I was afraid she'd dump me. And I getting more
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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...
