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but let it fade off.
    She shook her head and bit her trembling lip for a moment. “I had no idea what I was about in there. I only knew you were probably going to call the police and have me hauled away. I was trying to buy myself some time so I could escape.”
    “Why were you there at all?” He cupped her fisted hand between his, stroking her inner wrist with his thumbs.
    “I needed the exposure. I was trying to make some connections. I have talents. I am more than a woman to clean and toil off stage.”
    “Sing for me now,” he said, sitting back but keeping hold of her hand.
    He expected her to balk, to pull a face with an affronted expression, but instead, her eyes warmed to soft glowing pools and she lifted her chin.
    A single note hung in the air, and her voice was crisp, sweet and clean.
    All the things he wasn’t. She was a little thorn in his side because he didn’t want to desire her other than fleshly cravings.
    His dick tightened when she became fully enveloped in her song of two lovers on the beach at night, playing in the waves, delighting in each other’s flesh. His heart raced as she emoted and poured her feelings into every word that escaped her lips.
    Her eyes closed, and he wanted to crawl inside her mind—to see what she was imagining.
    Her vibrato sounded completely natural and not forced like Lenora’s.
    As the song ended, her pitch went higher and became even more focused.
    The intensity of her voice and the sincerity she oozed had him completely erect now.
    God, she was gorgeous when she was singing.
    “Can you act?” he asked her with a hushed tone when she let the final note taper off.
    “I can.” She kept her eyes closed like she was clinging to some hope, and she clasped her hands against her ribs right under her breasts.
    “And what kind of training have you had?”
    She stammered, “Well, I . . . It’s complicated, be-because I . . .”
    Her eyes fluttered open, and her cheeks colored.
    “Sing again. I will ascertain if you are worth placing on a stage and taking Lenora’s spot,” he said, taking her right hand off her body and squeezing it in his tight grip.
    She slipped it out of his hold. “No thank you.”
    “What do you mean by defying me this way? This is what you seek—is it not?”
    “I seek to do it on my own merits and to be beholden to none. A woman who is placed on the stage under false pretenses is not someone worth watching. And I will never allow myself to be under you.”
    “But you’d allow yourself to be over me, is that it?” He smirked. “Peculiar girl. I think you want to be a man, and that is why you dress in these clothes.”
    She choked on a breath. “But I . . .”
    He laughed. She was so easy to rile at times, but he couldn’t reason out why certain things upset her and others did not.
    “Sing again, I said,” he repeated.
    Once more, he waited for her to box him about the ears and screech about what a swine he was.
    She slipped into an even sultrier song. This one was about a man, dying with his last breath, but being saved by a woman he had adored from afar for many years.
    “And when the door is opened, and the breeze sweeps in, she stole his breath, and all torment ends.” She took a quick, fortifying breath, and this time, she showed her lower range. My Lord in Heaven, this was torture on his throbbing manhood. It was even worse than hearing her higher pitches. She kept going. “Lips are parted, words exchanged, but the heart . . . Oh, the heart, it will always remain. It will haunt and squeeze, the tears will be shed, but even as they kiss, his soul will detain.”
    Her eyes burned into him as she dropped her head, staring at him through her lashes.
    His body reacted by going through each of the bodily descriptions she mentioned in her lyrics.
    It was like she grabbed his soul out of him and strung it up on the ceiling of the carriage. He was inexplicably raw, and he had never wanted to plunge into a woman more than this in his