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about Chaya," Audra ventured.
    Jay laughed mirthlessly. "And you won't. If some journalist tried to print it, they'd mysteriously disappear. Don't get me started on the things wrong with how that investigation was handled. A fucking government conspiracy worse than aliens. And the girl...it's like everything that happened to her unleashed a fucking avalanche of music. She got out of hospital and laid down something like the next five years' worth of songs. Dark stuff, light stuff, all of it more epic than anything we'd ever done before. And then she sold the story of all the shit that happened to her to some media group, who interviewed her on TV.
    "From that, she got us a record deal. Nothing huge, mostly just royalties...and when we hit it big, the record company realised they'd fucked up, big time. We were raking it in and they were getting next to nothing. In less than a year, we renegotiated our contract and we were playing up and down the east coast, videos and tracks just going crazy on the internet. She had her new rock star name and wouldn't do press interviews because she said she was in the witness protection programme. Fuck, with an audience of millions, what sort of secrets did she expect to be able to keep? But I knew we were screwed without her, because she built the band. The songs, the image, the contract...it was all her. So I stepped up and took the media spotlight. Spent more time in the gym than practising the songs. Became a fucking rock star who everyone wanted." He sighed and drained his second beer in one long pull. "Except her."
    "Your stepsister?"
    He snorted and choked, spraying beer everywhere. "Jo? Fuck, no. I mean, no, she doesn't want me and I don't want to fuck her either. We grew up together. Since we were little kids. Our parents met when we were at playgroup together and I can't even remember my real mum. Jo's the only sister I have. What kind of crazy, incestuous bastard screws his own sister?"
    "There's a whole genre of romance books about stepsiblings who do. Seriously. Check out the resort library some time," Audra said. Yeah, right next to the rock star romance section. Which she seriously needed to revisit in the near future. Maybe some fictional rock stars could help get thoughts of Jay Felix out of her head.
    Jay padded to the kitchen and pulled his beer-soaked shirt off before washing his face and chest in the sink. Water cascaded down muscles in a performance that held Audra's attention far more than she expected. She tore her eyes away and turned her attention to her own beer. Pretty packaging did little to hide the mess he was inside, she scolded herself.
    Jay returned to his seat, sans shirt. "Nice to know there are people more fucked up than me." The bottle cap clinked to the table as he opened a new beer and raised it in a toast before drinking.
    "So if it's not your sister...you must mean the girl. The one who was attacked."
    "The weather girl gets it right!"
    His taunt nettled her. "And so you're at a luxury resort, sulking, because a traumatised girl doesn't fall at your feet and worship you?"
    "I don't want her to fall at my feet. I just always figured if I became a rock star, then she'd want me. She didn't even want to study music at uni. She didn't. Her dream was...different. But I always figured she'd want me. I mean, what's better than a fucking rock star?" He puffed his chest out and struck a pose. An impressive one, Audra had to admit. But one that was shallower than the shark-infested lagoon outside.
    "Jay, have you ever read any romance books?" Audra asked carefully.
    He snorted. "What, shirtless dudes on the cover and women falling over themselves to let the bloke tie them up? Why the fuck would I want to read something like that?"
    "Because it's what women want. A fantasy." She'd had this argument with her brothers before. "You know, there's a whole section of rock star romances in the resort library. Right next to the stepbrother ones you don't like. Maybe if