The Billionaire's Voice

CHAPTER 21

If Tessa had been in her right mind, she probably would have

been awed by the luxury of Jared's private jet. It was definitely

plush, with every convenience and every bit of comfort she

could ever imagine.

Maybe if she'd been thinking properly, she also wouldn't

have let Homer sit on one of the velvet seats because he left

dog hair everywhere. The attendant had told her it would be

fine and she'd take care of it, but Tessa was a cleaner, and she

hated making extra work for other people.

Unfortunately, her socially appropriate meter wasn't run-

ning, and she'd simply nodded and made her way to the car

that Evan had sent to pick her up and take her to Micah's

residence.

Once there, she stood on the sidewalk with Homer sitting

by her side, her knuckles turning white from her grip on the

suitcase handle.

I have to text him.

She looked up, and up, and then up some more. It wasn't

even possible to see the floor where Micah made his home.

The enormous, modern building had more stories than were

even visible from the ground.

I can't just stand here forever.

The sun was starting to set, and she was being jostled by

crowds going from every direction. Stepping into a corner

of the building by the entrance to keep out of the stream of

human traffic, she dug her cell phone from her purse.

She sent the text determinedly.

Tessa: I need to talk to you. Please an-

swear me.

She pressed the "Send" button and waited. It took him

several tense minutes to answer.

Micah: I'm in New York and we've already

said our goodbyes. What more is there to

say?

Tessa: I never said goodbye and I have a

lot to say. Can I come up, please?

Micah: You're here?

Tessa: Yes.

Micah: You came to New York City alone?

Tessa: No. I have a Home.

Micah: Alone! Wait right there. Don't

move.

Tessa smiled, feeling her courage beginning to return as

she realized he was worried about her being alone in the city.

She let a light touch on her arm and she looked up to see