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As his eyes bored into hers again, Caleigh had the uncomfortable feeling he could read her thoughts.
    “I’ve always admired people who go their own way.” His voice was soft, almost reverent again. “Have you always been interested in singing?”
    “I’ve been singing since I can remember. I used to coerce my siblings into helping me put on theatrical performances for the neighbors. My parents were mortified. It was cheap, they said.”
    “Did your neighbors enjoy them?”
    “Immensely.”
    “At least your parents let you attend Juilliard.”
    Caleigh snorted. “I’m afraid I didn’t give them much of a choice. I used to sneak out in the evenings to sing in clubs while I was still in high school. I took the train to New York and auditioned for Juilliard without them knowing. Edgar, my oldest brother, came with me. Our parents were steamed when they found out, but when my acceptance letter came in the mail, they finally gave their consent. After a lot of persuasion from Edgar, of course.”
    Sterling smiled. “You have what I believe is called moxie.”
    Caleigh laughed. “Some people just call is stubbornness.”
    “Why not Broadway, then? How did you end up singing in clubs?”
    “I preferred it. Broadway is too…cluttered. It was fun to put on shows with my brothers and sisters, but when it came down to rehearsing with an entire cast, I just didn’t pass muster.”
    He smiled indulgently. “I find that difficult to believe. You captivated us at your audition. You’re a born performer.”
    “By myself, sure. But I fall apart in an ensemble.”
    Sterling nodded, his smile still in place. “Ah, I see. You’d rather not share the spotlight.”
    Caleigh averted her gaze and chuckled. “You’ve found me out, Mr. Neville. I trust my secret will be safe with you?”
    “As safe as it can possibly be. Caleigh is a Gaelic name, is that correct?”
    “Yes. The girls were given Irish names, but not the boys. My mother is from Ireland, and that was my father’s compromise to let her hang onto her roots.”
    “It’s a pretty name.”
    “I like yours, too.” She turned to face him. “So now you know all about me. It’s your turn. Were you born in Illinois?”
    Sterling laughed and cut his gaze to the floor. “I’m afraid my history is quite boring compared to yours.” When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes burned with lust. “But I’d love to show you my collection from pirate ships.”

Chapter Four
     
    A shiver ran through Caleigh, although the night was warm. Sterling’s face seemed to glow in the starlight, and his eyes grew large. They called to her, just as the scent of honeysuckle emanating from him drew her in. Taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to his suite seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
    She barely noticed the odd assortment of old shipboard items alongside dream catchers and brightly colored woven blankets. Had he picked those up on his travels in the desert? Sterling was a collector. Did he also collect women?
    They passed by his collections without a word as he led her down the hall to a large bedroom with a four-poster bed. The windows were open and a soft breeze blew. Caleigh smelled water and pines. She closed her eyes and listened. The songs of tinkling ground crickets and katydids greeted her. It amazed her to be in a place with such pure air that she could hear those sounds six floors up.
    Sterling stroked her hair, and Caleigh turned to face him. He’d lit a single candle, and the light was just bright enough to see his eyes, still aglow with soft, green light. He moved his hand from her hair to her face, his touch so gentle she barely felt it. When he bent his head to kiss her, Caleigh drew in a sharp breath as his lips moved over hers. The man knew how to kiss. Her nipples began to tingle, and her clit throbbed. A flood of wetness filled her panties.
    The night sounds and smells overwhelmed her senses, and she had a sense of falling into his arms