The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3)(18)

Dear M.,

I thought your date stood you up. Who are we talking about?



She smiled and quickly typed a response. Somehow, she’d been almost certain he’d start talking to her. What else was there to do in the middle of a Northeast blizzard if you still had an Internet connection?



Dear S.,

He didn’t actually stand me up. He was sick. I’m talking about someone else I’ve known for a while. I’ve always thought he was attractive, yet I don’t like him. How does that happen?



He wrote back.



Dear M.,

I’m not certain, to be quite honest. But I do know that two people can irritate the hell out of each other and still desire each other. I’ve had the same experience myself recently.



Randi was slightly taken aback and wasn’t sure how she felt about her longtime email buddy wanting another woman. He’d kept her company during some of her darkest times, and it stung a little that he had other women in his life. She’d always assumed he was alone, like her, and that was one of the reasons they’d connected so well with each other.

She shrugged. He was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like she wouldn’t date if the opportunity came up with somebody she could connect with and liked. It made sense that he had women in his life. She’d just never considered the possibility. They always laughed about being alone on date nights.



Dear S.,

Glad to hear it’s not just me. I have nothing in common with the guy, and he’s totally obnoxious. Yet I find him physically attractive. Weird, huh?



It took a minute to get his response.



Dear M.,

Not really weird. However, I think you should stay away from him. You deserve someone who adores you, and he sounds like a jackass. Don’t settle for anything less.



Randi sighed as she stared at his answer. Why couldn’t there be a man in her life as nice as her pen pal?



Dear S.,

Maybe I’m a raving bitch? Sometimes I am, you know.



She laughed at his return email.



Dear M.,

Impossible. I don’t think you have a mean bone in your body except when it comes to agreeing to meet me.



Randi sighed. It wasn’t that part of her didn’t want to meet the mysterious S., but she knew she never would. Deep down, she wasn’t certain that he really wanted to meet her, either, even though he said that he did. Being anonymous was what made them such good friends. Randi never wanted to lose that connection. Meeting him wasn’t worth the risk of losing a valuable friendship.



Dear S.,

That just goes to prove that you don’t know me well. I’m off to stock up on dog food and junk food to ride out the next storm. Stay warm.

TTYS,

M.



She waited for him to sign off.



Dear M.,

Be careful. Even if you are in a small town, the roads are bad everywhere. Let me know that you got back safe.



After reading his note, she shut down her computer. He had no idea that she lived outside of the city limits, and getting back in was more difficult for her than the average citizen of Amesport. She was actually starting to like his protective instinct. It was nice to know someone cared.

“Want to go for a ride?” Randi waved toward the door as she rose from her seat at the desk. Her dog vaulted up immediately, her tail wagging at the prospect of sitting on the ATV with her owner while she plowed out the driveway.

Randi smiled as Lily whined enthusiastically and ran for the outside door. Her pup knew what the word ride meant.

Trying to push all thoughts of Evan Sinclair from her mind, Randi got busy trying to accomplish her tasks before the weather got worse.





CHAPTER 5




“Tell me again exactly why we’re here?” Hope asked Evan as they passed down each aisle of the supermarket closest to the Peninsula. She was dropping things into the cart as Evan navigated it down the aisle with the junk food.

“Because you told me that Randi lives outside of town, and she might need supplies,” Evan answered his sister calmly, even though he’d explained himself several times. “There’s a second storm coming in, according to the weather report.”

What if she can’t get into town?

What if she lost power and she’s all alone out in the country?

What if she doesn’t have enough to eat?

Hope tossed a bag of chips and some dip into the cart, then stopped and propped her hands on her hips. “Since when would you care? I talked to Randi this morning to see if she needed anything, and she said she was fine. The power is still on, and she was getting ready to go out and clear the snow with her plow. She just mentioned possibly needing to come into town. She’s lived in Maine for over fourteen years, Evan. Believe me, Miranda Tyler knows how to get through snow.”

“Miranda?” Evan looked at Hope, confused.

Hope went back to throwing food in the cart. “Miranda is her full name, but everybody calls her Randi,” she clarified.

“She didn’t grow up here?” Evan asked casually. He’d always assumed that Amesport was her hometown.

He reached down and removed the chips and dip from the cart to put them back. It was pure junk, with very little nutritional value.