The Billionaire's Voice (The Sinclairs #4) Read Free Page A

probably all coming from her.
    He caught her bare upper arm and tilted her face up to look at him. “Tessa?”
    She felt her heart skitter as she inhaled his intoxicatingly masculine scent. He was too close, so close that she could feel the heat of his body, pressed up against his hip.
    “Yes?” she choked out, wanting to escape the small room that suddenly felt much too warm and much too small.
    “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He didn’t sign this time, but she caught his words.
    “If what you’re saying is true, I’m the one invading your privacy,” she reminded him, her gaze staying on his lips because he wasn’t signing. “I wish I had known the property had sold. I would have left right away.”
    “You’re not intruding. In fact, seeing you here is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.”
    Damn. He must be desperate for entertainment if seeing me here in his new property is actually a good thing.
    Not knowing what to say, she scrambled around him and pulled her arm from his grasp. “I’ll go as soon as I can,” she told him hastily as she darted out of the bathroom.
    “I hope not.” Micah smiled at her departing figure, his soft, low comment going unheard and unnoticed by the fleeing woman.

    In some ways, it had been instinct that had brought Micah here to Amesport. Granted, rest and relaxation had been the doctor’s orders, but when his physician had told him that he needed a total hiatus, the first place he’d thought about was all of his new property in Maine.
    When he said he’d acquired a lot of acreage . . . he meant it. Much of the wooded property on this side of town, outside the city limits, now belonged to him. The empty lots along the coastline had been the most difficult and expensive to purchase. They had been owned by an out-of-town contractor who had wanted to build on the coastline when the economy improved. All it had taken to change the man’s mind was more money and some bargaining discussions. After watching the guy, Micah knew just how much to offer to make him cave in and give up the property. Buying Randi’s old house away from the coast had been an afterthought, a way to help Randi and to give Micah a home that could one day house a caretaker for the massive amount of acreage he now owned.
    Seating himself on the living-room couch while he waited for Tessa, Micah rubbed his forehead as he remembered how he’d been determined to ignore his doctor’s advice. The last thing he needed was time away from his company. Then, he’d had another debilitating incident even worse than the last. That had been enough to make him consider taking a short trip away from the city.
    I’ve gone without an episode for years. Why now?
    According to his doctor in New York, the reasons were endless: his stress over his youngest brother, Xander; too much caffeine; too little sleep; too much travel; not eating right; etc., etc. Even though it had nearly killed him to hand over the daily running of his company to his executives, he’d done it. There was no denying that his temper was getting short, and that he wasn’t concentrating well. When his long-ago-and-never-thought-about episodes had returned with a vengeance, he’d finally admitted that he needed . . . something.
    Leaning back on the comfortable old sofa, Micah confessed silently that just flying himself here had been a release that he hadn’t experienced for a long time. He’d recently acquired a Cessna, and piloting himself to Maine had reminded him how much he missed the exhilaration of being alone, just him and an endless expanse of sky.
    Finding Tessa here had been another plus, but he was cursing his unruly cock as it pressed against the unyielding denim of his jeans.
    She’s just as beautiful as I remember!
    As if he’d ever forget her staring at him like he was some kind of apparition when he’d stepped out of the shower at Jared’s guesthouse, the first time they’d met? Her expression