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and then forced himself to relax. ‘Something like that.’
    She lifted her chin, challenge sparking in her eyes. ‘Well, maybe I don’t want to change.’
    It was such obvious bravado that Luke almost laughed. ‘Then why write a different kind of song? Why ask to sing it? Why accept the Bryant’s booking when you haven’t performed publicly in years?’
    Her mouth twisted. ‘Done a little Internet stalking, have you?’
    ‘I didn’t need to look on the Internet to know that.’ She shook her head, said nothing. ‘Anyway,’ he continued in a brisker voice, ‘the point is, I’ve been trying to reinvent Bryant’s for years and—’
    ‘What’s been stopping you?’
    Luke hesitated. He didn’t want to bring up Aaron and his constant quest for control. ‘Change doesn’t happen overnight,’ he finally said. ‘And Bryant’s has a century-old reputation. There’s been resistance.’
    ‘There always is.’
    ‘So see? We have something else in common.’
    ‘You want to reinvent a store and I want to reinvent myself.’
    Luke didn’t answer, because there was an edge to her voice that made him think a simple agreement was not the right choice here. He waited, wondered why it mattered to him so much.
    He didn’t need Aurelie. He didn’t need her to open a store or sing a damn song. He didn’t need her at all.
    Yet as she gazed at him with those rain-washed eyes he felt a tug deep inside that he couldn’t begin to understand. More than lust, deeper than need. Despite having had three long-term satisfying relationships, he’d never felt this whirlpool of emotion before, as if he were being dragged under by the force of his own feelings. Never mind her being scared. He was terrified.
    The smart thing to do right now would be to get out of this chair, out of this house. Walk away from Aurelie and all her crazy complications and go about his business, his life , the way he always had. Calm and in control, getting things done, never going too deep.
    He didn’t move.
    Aurelie drew a deep breath, let it out slowly. ‘Let me play you my song,’ she finally said and, surprised and even touched, Luke nodded.
    ‘I’d like that.’
    She smiled faintly, that whisper of a promise, and wordlessly Luke followed her out of the room.

CHAPTER FOUR
    A URELIE led Luke into the music room at the front of the house, her heart thudding, her skin turning clammy. She felt dizzy with nerves, and silently prayed that she wouldn’t pass out. The last thing she needed was Luke Bryant to think she’d ODed again.
    She paused in front of the piano, half-regretting her suggestion already. No, not even half— totally . Why was she opening herself up to this? She didn’t need money. She didn’t need to sing in public again. She didn’t need any of this.
    But she wanted it. She actually wanted to share something that was important to her, share it with this man, never mind the public, even as it scared her near witless.
    ‘Aurelie?’
    There was something about the way he said her name, so quietly, so gently , that made her ache deep inside. She swallowed, her face turned away from him. ‘It sounds better with guitar.’
    ‘Okay.’
    She reached for her acoustic guitar, the one her grandmother had bought her just before she’d died. Don’t forget who you really are, Aurie. Don’t let them turn your head. But she had let them. She’d forgotten completely. Her fingers curled around the neck of the guitar and, unable to look at Luke—afraid to see the expression on his face—she bent her head and busied herself with tuning the instrument. Needlessly, since she’d played it that afternoon.
    After a few taut minutes she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Yet she was terrified to play the song, terrified to have Luke reject it. Her. He’d let her down easily because, no matter what he said, she knew he did feel sorry for her. But it would still hurt.
    ‘So has this song got some kind of long silent intro or what?’
    She