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    “I live towards the end of Currumbin Valley. I have a few acres up there. It’s close enough to everything but still allows me to live in peace.” He purposely let her think that life as a “rock star” required careful planning away from prying eyes. The reality was very different. He was rarely linked to the band at all. His real job was very different from the persona that he had adopted for the evening. His real job required him to be as discreet and anonymous as possible.
    “Oh, that sounds nice. Is it much farther?” The road was becoming a little rougher and windier as they moved through the valley.
    “Round the next bend, just up ahead.” Bray pulled off to the left and stopped at a set of large but discreet gates that almost appeared part of the scrub and the bank that adjoined the road. He reluctantly released her hand, trailing his fingertips over the coolness of her forearm as he opened the console between them and removed some sort of electronic key. He retracted the window, inserted the key into a panel and punched in a code. The gates soundlessly opened.
    Without waiting for them to fully open, Bray slipped the car through with an inch or so to spare on each side. He then paused briefly while he watched the gates return to their closed position. The driveway took a sharp dip and crossed over a causeway before snaking across the flat and up the hill towards the subtly illuminated house. Small, elegant lights in the trimmed shrubs marked the direction of the turns.
    He pressed another button on a remote attached to the right of the steering column and the oversized garage door that had come into view as they rounded the corner retracted to reveal three car spaces. At first glance in the range of the headlights, there was an assortment of sporting goods and “boy’s toys” in the middle bay, including a gleaming black and lime green Jet Ski. It wasn’t difficult to imagine Brayden out carving through the Pacific Ocean with the power of that machine under him. The far left bay held what looked like a low-slung black sports car.
    Bray drove into the empty bay and bought the 4WD to a halt and turned off the ignition. He must have realised how tense Rihanna was because he gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “Come on. I’ll make you a coffee. You could probably use one after the night you’ve had.”
    Taking a deep steadying breath, Rihanna opened the passenger door and joined Bray at the front of the vehicle. He motioned her forward towards a door that obviously led into the house. The door handle was cool to her hot skin as she turned it. She could feel the comforting yet unmistakably dangerous presence of Bray’s hand at the small of her back as she stepped forward on to the highly polished timber of the house’s interior.
    “Just head straight down the corridor. Lounge room is off to your left at the end,” he instructed.
    Rihanna passed what she assumed must be a series of bedrooms off to her left and right as she made her way down the long corridor. As he had said, the corridor opened out onto an oversize lounge room bordered by several sets of French doors that she figured must open out onto some sort of deck or patio. The room itself was large and airy, the high raked ceiling providing a spaciousness that made the room seem enormous.
    In observing the room, Rihanna realised that she had inadvertently stopped in the centre of the room, trying to take in her surrounds. Bray had moved to the French doors and was in the process of opening a central set. The wide set of his shoulders played under the material of his shirt. The first thought that occurred to her was the he was definitely the master of his house and she had a strong suspicion very much the master of his own destiny. It was a personality and will that she sensed would be overwhelming if he put his mind to it. He did everything with a casual assurance that was mesmerising.
    He turned and gave her the lazy smile that quirked up