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rather than kindergarten teacher.”
    “What changed your mind?”
    She let out a soft laugh. “A musical-instrument workshop at school when I was eleven. One of the instruments I picked up in that workshop was the cello. It was love at first sight.” Her eyes twinkled. “Kind of like us.”
    Jed grinned. “That powerful, eh?”
    “That powerful. I came home from school and asked Mum and Dad to buy me one.”
    “And they did?”
    “Yeah. On the proviso I pick up our dog’s poo in the backyard every day for the next six months.”
    Jed burst out laughing. “Oh man, I would give good money to see you picking up poo.”
    “Told you I wasn’t spoilt. When it was obvious I was talented at playing the cello, the serious lessons began. But even when I was accepted into the Sydney Conservatorium of Music after high school, I wasn’t allowed to be a diva brat. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express my appreciation to Mum and Dad for that. They are the best parents ever.”
    Best parents.
    A shaky sigh escaped Jed before he could stop it.
    Mortified contrition flooded Chloe’s face and she pressed her palm to her mouth. “Oh, Jed,” she said into her hand, her voice muffled. “That was so thoughtless of me. I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
    He shook his head and leant forward enough to place a soft kiss on her lips. “It’s all good. I’m at peace with my childhood, honest.”
    Her eyebrows dipped in a frown. He could see she was upset with herself.
    “I’m good,” he reassured her. “Promise.”
    She lowered her hand from her mouth, her gaze locked on his face. “You don’t have to tell me about the wings if you don’t want to.”
    He let out a laugh as husky as her voice. “Scared?”
    She shook her head. “No. But I hate that I’m making you recount all the shit and hurt you’ve been through.”
    “The shit and the hurt also make us who we are, babe.”
    She studied him, searching his eyes for something. He didn’t know what, but he didn’t look away. He was with her now. One-hundred percent. All the way. He was hers. He wasn’t going to hide anything from her.
    It was liberating.
    Wonderful.
    “Tell me about the wings,” she said, the words barely more than a breath.
    He smiled. “The wings are fucking cool. And they completely cover up a scar I have on my back from a mole that needed to be removed when I was twenty.”
    Chloe blinked.
    Jed stretched his smile into a grin. “True.”
    She blinked again. “So, two soul-wrenching reasons and one ‘’cause they’re cool’ reason? Really?”
    He grinned wider. “Yep.”
    She frowned. “I don’t know whether to slap you, tickle you, or kiss you senseless.”
    “All three sound—”
    She silenced him with the third option before he could finish.
    It didn’t take long for the kiss to become more. At some point, after long, glorious, delicious minutes of foreplay, during which he made her come twice with his mouth, and Chloe almost made him come with hers—and a mad dash to his discarded jeans to find his wallet and the condom inside it—he sank into her sweet heat.
    Their orgasms claimed them at the same time. He’d never experienced anything so perfect. So powerful.
    Sometime much later, after a shower that turned into a water fight of epic scale, and a room service order of ham-and-pineapple pizza and chocolate chip ice cream, they curled up together on the suite’s biggest sofa, Chloe tucked into Jed’s body, and watched the most cheesy, trippy, B-grade sci-fi horror movie Jed had ever seen on television.
    “Kill him!” Chloe yelled at the screen as a petrified astronaut fought with an alien clearly created on someone’s home computer. “Kill him, kill him, kill him!”
    She wriggled against Jed with every excited order, her naked butt mashing against his groin. All he could do was laugh. And hug her closer.
    And wonder if he was dreaming.
    How had this happened? How was he, Jed Brody, sharing a moment of sheer