Billionaire's Touch(65)

As he got closer, he heard Tessa speak. “Beatrice, I appreciate the present, but you know I don’t believe in miracles.”

The woman in bright pink beamed back at Tessa. “It’s your turn, dear. Your destiny.”

“She knows,” the woman in purple said excitedly. “Beatrice saw it clearly.”

“You’ll hear him, but not in the way you might expect,” Beatrice told Tessa, patting her on the cheek. “You’ll need to listen with everything in you to understand what he’s trying to tell you.”

“Hello.” Micah finally spoke, touching Tessa on the shoulder so she knew he was behind her.

“Micah Sinclair,” Beatrice said, staring at him with a radiant expression. “I’ve been looking for you. I’m Beatrice, and this is Elsie.” She waved toward her friend.

Tessa turned to read his lips.

“Why were you looking for me?” he asked, confused. He’d never seen either of the women before.

Beatrice extended her hand and Micah automatically reached for the item she held out to him. He looked curiously at the stone that dropped into his hand, turning it over and over. “I can’t accept this. I don’t even know you.” He had no idea why an elderly woman he didn’t know had just given him a rock.

“No, but I know you, young man. That’s your destiny.” Beatrice waved toward his fingers.

“I don’t understand. I just came over to ask Tessa to dance.” He looked at the two women, perplexed.

“I’ll dance,” Tessa squeaked, taking his hand in hers and making their escape. “Thank you, ladies. It was nice to see you both.”

Micah dropped the rock into his pocket and lifted his hand at the two ladies in a farewell gesture. Tessa started dragging him away like she was running from a fire.

What in the hell had just happened?

As she came to a halt in the middle of the dance floor, Micah asked, “Are they crazy?”

“No. But they’re both very eccentric. Beatrice is the town matchmaker and resident psychic, and Elsie writes the gossip for the paper. They’re harmless, but I needed to be rescued. Thank you.”

He looked down at Tessa. “Can you really dance?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried since I lost my hearing. Can you lead?”

“Of course,” he replied immediately. “I’m good at most things that require physical participation.” He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes. “Show me.”

Micah clasped one of her hands and put his other arm around her waist. “This is a waltz.”

She nodded at him and kept her eyes on his face.

Surprisingly, she was a very graceful dancer, better than anybody he’d ever danced with before. She followed him easily, and she felt incredible in his arms.

He stared down at her and remarked, “You’re very good.”

“Thanks,” she answered politely.

Micah was surprised when she winked back at him and then laid her head against his shoulder. He continued to lead her, and she followed him every step of the way.

Neither of them spoke as their bodies communicated without words . . . and they danced.





CHAPTER 18



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 a 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 audacity to move his hand over her bare back.

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 forward. “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 and 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.”