The last thing Kristin Moore wanted to see today was Julian
Sinclair walked into Shamrock's Pub. It had already been a
shitty day, and seeing Juliann one through the door made it an
explosive-diarrhea kind of afternoon.
Her parents' bar and the grill was between the lunch and din-
ner rush, and even though it was Saturday, there was only
one couple at the far table having a drink. The tourist season
was over, and there wasn't much happening before seven or
eight o'clock these days once the lunch crowd had departed.
Of course, Julian swaggered straight to the bar where she
was wiping down counters and plopped his tight, gorgeous
ass down on a barstool. "How are you, Red?"
His tone was taunting like he was already ready for a fight.
"Fine, until you got here," she retorted, her teeth set on edge.
What was it about Julian Sinclair that put her immediately
on the defensive? In addition to the fact that he was one of the
most perfectly gorgeous men she'd ever met, he was a super-
star and a billionaire. His platinum-blond hair and deep-blue
eyes would turn any woman's head. His perfectly toned body,
complete with urging biceps, would make them do a double-take
and keep right on staring. He looked the part of a Holly-
wood A-lister.
He was an amazingly generous tipper, something she'd
found out the night of Hope Sinclair's winter ball, when he'd
let her a wad of hundred-dollar bills that had helped her make
her rent and pay some bills that month.
Unfortunately, he still irritated the hell out of her.
"Nice greeting. I thought this was a tourist town," Julian
said drily.
"The tourists are gone for the season. So what do you
want? You're slumming it pretty far from Hollywood, aren't
you, Hotshot?"
"Can I just get a beer?" he asked in a less sarcastic tone.
Kristin's gaze inspected his face carefully for the first time
since he'd walked in. She'd gotten distracted by his perfectly
toned body as he'd come in and sat down.
Now that she had a chance to see him clearly, he looked
worn out, and he had some obvious lacerations on that perfect
face and a few on his neck. Julian was dressed casually in
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The Billionaire's Voice
Teen FictionAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes his life orderly and controlled. he rarely gives in to spontaneous urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite. She intrigue...
