TheBillionaire's Touch(55)

 

If anyone deserved a little bit of happiness, it was Evan Sinclair.

 

Pushing her negative thoughts from her mind, Randi contemplated exactly how to teach a man who knew nothing but work how to be happy.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 14

 

 

 

The next evening, Micah Sinclair found himself sitting at Sullivan’s Steak and Seafood wondering what in the hell he was doing there. He was alone, sitting at a corner table, completely obsessed with watching Tessa Sullivan.

 

And so he did just that. He watched her.

 

Obsessively.

 

Compulsively.

 

Constantly.

 

He watched as she moved around the room with the grace of a dancer, disappointed that she wasn’t the person who took his order. Instead, it had been an angry-looking man not much older than him, his hair almost the same color as Tessa’s.

 

You’re a pathetic loser, Sinclair. Get up and leave.

 

Micah had reminded himself several times that he wasn’t here by chance, and that he was actually stalking Tessa, but he couldn’t help himself. When he’d found her gone, he’d needed to reassure himself that she’d gotten home safe. Yeah, maybe he could have gotten her number from Hope, or asked her to text Tessa rather than just showing up at the restaurant himself.

 

He hadn’t.

 

Because he wanted to see her in person again.

 

He’d gone to Sullivan’s just to see her, and ended up eating the best lobster roll he’d ever had. The place might look like a dump, but the food was phenomenal.

 

He was still nursing a beer when he saw the guy who’d delivered his order making his way to his table.

 

“You good?” he asked as he stopped at Micah’s table. And damned if the guy wasn’t blocking his view of Tessa now.

 

Micah raised his hand. “I’m stuffed. Thanks.”

 

“Here’s your check,” the waiter answered, practically slamming the paper down on the table.

 

Micah nodded and grabbed the ticket, wondering why the big guy seemed to have suddenly become less friendly. That was saying something, because he hadn’t exactly been much fun in the first place. “Thanks.”

 

“You’ve been watching Tessa all night. Don’t even think about it, man.” The stranger’s face grew threatening and annoyed.

 

“She’s an attractive woman,” Micah replied sensibly.

 

“And she happens to be my sister. Stay the hell away from her. She’s been through a lot in the past several years. She doesn’t need a Sinclair to screw with her head.” The burly man crossed his arms and shot Micah a dangerous look, one that said if Micah fucked with his sister, he’d kill him.

 

“You know who I am?” Micah asked, surprised.

 

“Yes, I know. I recognize you. I’ve seen some of your work, and I’ve used your equipment in the past.”

 

“I don’t mean her any harm. I’m just looking,” Micah said calmly. “She makes it difficult not to look.”

 

“Well look in another direction. She’s deaf, handicapped,” Liam growled protectively.

 

“Being deaf isn’t really a handicap for her. She seems to cope quite well,” Micah observed, not liking the fact that her brother seemed to think his sister was less desirable just because she couldn’t hear. “You must be Liam Sullivan, one of the owners of this place, right? Has the place been here long? The food was good.” He tried to make casual conversation to get the man off his back.

 

“Since my grandfather’s time,” Liam admitted. “It’s not the ambiance that makes the restaurant. People come back for the food.” Liam hesitated for a moment before he asked, “Are you trying to change the subject?”

 

Actually, Micah was trying to forget about the fact that he was a certifiable stalker. “Yes. Look, I find your sister attractive. That’s all there is to it. I wouldn’t want to upset her.”

 

Liam gave Micah a warning glance. “Stop looking. She’s not going to end up being a notch on your bedpost or anywhere else, for that matter.”

 

Micah thought about telling the man that he didn’t keep track of the women he slept with by carving a notch on his expensive bed, but he didn’t think Liam would appreciate the comment.

 

“Since when do you run your sister’s dating life?” Micah asked evenly, standing up to go pay his bill. He did need to leave. He had work to accomplish, and sitting here stalking a deaf woman was pretty damn pathetic.

 

“Since I’m the only one around to protect her anymore.” Liam shoved Micah’s shoulder with a closed fist. “You’re trouble, and the last thing Tessa needs is any emotional issues right now. She has enough to deal with at the moment.”