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    He was so intent on the song that it took him several minutes to realize he was no longer alone. Opening
    his eyes, he looked up at Leta and paused mid-strum. The light formed a soft halo around her, making
    her black hair appear luminescent. For a solid minute he couldn't even breathe. Every hormone in his
    body was on fire.
    It'd been way too long since he'd last touched a woman, other than to hand over his credit card to her in
    a checkout line. And to think he'd almost convinced himself that he didn't need a woman's softness.
    Yeah…
    With her looking at him while a beguiling half-smile touched her lips and her bright eyes shone, his resolve
    shattered. All he wanted to do was set the guitar aside and pull her into his arms for a long, wicked kiss
    until both of their lips were numb. It was way too easy to imagine her in his lap, naked. That one image
    seared him from the inside out.
    His cock hardened to the point of pain.
    "You need something?" He hated that his voice had a hollow note in it and not the venom he wanted to
    give her.
    "I was just curious what you were doing in here by yourself. You're very talented, by the way."
    He sneered at the compliment. "Don't flatter me."
    "No, you really are."
    "Yeah, and don't flatter me," he repeated, finally finding the venom he wanted in his tone. "I don't like or
    want compliments."
    A sharp frown wrinkled her brow. "Are you serious?"
    "Deadly." He strummed an idle chord. "See, I know this game. You flatter me, make me laugh and feel
    good about myself. Then the next thing I know you're walking out the door with your pockets stuffed
    with my money, telling the world what an asshole I am. Let's just skip straight to the end where you get
    out of my house and tell everyone I'm a dick." Cradling his guitar, he nodded. "Yeah, that works for me."
    Leta couldn't believe what she heard. His anger sharpened her powers even as his words flabbergasted
    her. She sucked her breath in sharply. "What did they do to you?"
    He set the guitar aside before he stood up. "Don't worry about it."
    She reached out to touch his arm as he started past her. "Aidan—"
    "Don't touch me." His voice was a feral snarl.
    But that only made her want to touch him more, even though she knew she should anger him as much as
    possible in order to strengthen herself. "I'm not here to hurt you."
    Aidan wished he could believe that. But he knew better. How many times had he heard that lie? And in
    the end, they always hurt him and laughed while they did so.
    He was tired of falling for it.
    "You know, if I had a nickel…" His gaze sharpened on her face. He wanted to reach out and touch her
    too. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not after what had happened with Heather.
    "I would never hurt you, baby. You can always trust in me. I'm here for the long haul. You and me,
    forever. Us against the world. No matter what. You can always be yourself and know that I will
    love you regardless. I don't care about your career or fame. If it all ended tomorrow, I would still
    be here for you , with you ."
    Those words had made his heart soar—they had been a symphony to his ears, which were tired of the
    liars around him. Most of all, he'd trusted them just as he'd trusted Heather. As an orphan, all he'd ever
    wanted in his life was a family of his own. Someone who wouldn't hurt him. Betray him.
    Someone who would accept him for the man he was, regardless of fame and wealth or even poverty.
    Unfortunately, he'd never once found that. The moment he'd started making real money and people had
    begun to recognize him, Heather had felt threatened by it and by the women who threw themselves at
    him. She'd become catty and biting. Criticizing everything he did and resenting him for wanting more.
    Even now, he could hear her caustic words. " There are two kinds of people in Hollywood. Actors
    who want to act and those who want fame. The ones who go after fame deserve everything they
    get, so don't cry to me about the