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own feet and her own words, and to feel alone even in a room full of people. They were manifestly wrong for one another.
    They dawdled along the curving path. Moonlight flickered through the bougainvillea entwined in the open archway above. A group of late-night cyclists shot past and Cameron put an arm around her to move her out of their way. Once they were free and clear he didn’t let go.
    Against her side he was all bunched muscle and restrained strength. His clean scent wrapped itself around her, and it took everything not to just lean into him and forget everything else.
    To reforge the natural boundary between them, she asked, ‘So, what is it like being a Kelly?’
    ‘What makes you think there is only one way?’
    ‘I’m not sure. Terrible instincts. Stumbling about in the dark only to find the electricity has been cut off. No, wait—that’s how it is to be a Harper.’
    His steps slowed until they came to a stop. ‘Right. Let’s stop talking around the real question, shall we?’
    Rosie bounced from one foot to another, wondering what can of worms she’d inadvertently fallen into now. ‘And what’s that?’
    ‘If you were such a poor unfortunate in your youth, while Iwas given every opportunity, how did you work out twenty percent faster than I did?’
    Her head fell back as she laughed into the night. She bobbed her head in the general direction of the Red Fox, wondering briefly if everyone else had made it home to their nice warm beds. ‘Don’t beat yourself up. Spending time with that lot, how could you not revert to your teenage IQ?’
    His eyes narrowed. ‘I’m not entirely sure that was in the slightest bit complimentary to any of us.’
    She looked him dead in the eye and said, ‘Well, colour me surprised. You’re not as slow as you seem.’
    His cheek slid into the kind of smile that would melt the icy crust of the moon Europa. No wonder she couldn’t stop moving. He was always so switched on, he made her feel like there were ants in her shoes.
    ‘So, how did a smart mouth like you end up in such a dry field as astrophysics?’ he asked, lifting his foot to lean it against a log on the edge of the garden beside them.
    Rosie clasped her hands together behind her back. ‘I used to wish upon every star I saw. When I didn’t get a trip to Disneyland for my eighth birthday, I gave up on them.’
    ‘Stars?’
    ‘Wishes. Stars I couldn’t let go of quite so easily. So, while you hunkered down in your seat shaking like a little girl at the animated wormholes on your planetarium visit, I paid attention. I learnt about Venus, about how she always appeared alone, separate from all the other planets, and only at the most beautiful times of day, sunset and sunrise. That afternoon, I sat in the kitchen window of our apartment block and there she was—bright, constant and unblinking. A free show, for anyone in the world to see. That was the beginning of a beautiful love affair that has lasted til this day.’
    Rosie came back to earth to find Cameron standing very still, his eyes dark, intense, with the kind of absolute focus she was certainly not used to being on the receiving end of. She’d beenbalancing on her toes. She bounced back to her heels with a thud. It didn’t help. Those deep, blue eyes looked just as hot from a lower angle.
    She started walking again; no dawdling any more. Assuming he’d follow, she said, ‘Did you know Venus is the only planet in the solar system named after a woman?’
    ‘I think I’d heard that.’ His voice told her he was close.
    ‘And, with a few exceptions, all surface features take their names from successful women.’
    ‘That I did not know.’
    ‘And that, if you weighed one-hundred kilos on Earth, you would weigh about ninety on Venus?’
    ‘I feel like you’re trying to sell me an interplanetary timeshare.’
    She glanced back and wished she hadn’t. When she looked into his eyes she forgot herself. Forgot that their time together was one of