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“I love animals too. Dogs especially. Why do you think I want to be a mom so bad? I love babies of all kinds.”

He smiles then. My God, he’s so good-looking.

“You are perfect in every way, Aurora Maureen Pike.”

“And you, Brock… What’s your middle name anyway?”

He rolls his eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Oh, no. I do not promise that at all.”

“It’s Alistair. After my mother’s grandfather.”

“That’s not so bad,” I say. “I was thinking you’d say Eugene or Maurice or Aloysius or something.”

“Nope. Still, it’s not something I advertise. I don’t even use my middle initial. My signature is simply Brock Steel.”

“Well… Brock Alistair Steel, you are amazing and magnificent, and I’m completely in love with you.”

His features soften. My God, he’s even more beautiful.

“Anyway, the push me, pull you thing,” he continues. “I’ve been feeling that since I kissed you that night of Uncle Talon’s welcome home party. Something was pulling me toward you, and I was trying to push you away. I was feeling more than I wanted to feel, even then.”

“And now?” I say.

“Now I’m all in, Rory. I’m not going to try to push away these feelings any longer. I’m all in.”

I warm all over. “I’m all in too, Brock. And yes. I will go to London with you.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Jesse says.

“I’m really sorry.”

“For Christ’s sake, Ror. I should be mad as hell at you, but I can’t be. I wish I could go to London.”

“You will, Jesse. Someday. I’ll make it happen.”

He scoffs. “How exactly areyougoing to make it happen?”

“I don’t know, but I will. In the meantime, I’m making an executive decision.”

“What’s that?”

“Brock and I are producing a recital for me. It’s going to be sometime before Christmas at the cinema in town.”

My brother furrows his brow. “Say what?”

“I don’t have all the details yet, but when I do, I’ll fill you in. I’m going to need your help with sound and lighting, and…I want you to sing with me.”

“You want the band at a Christmas recital?”

“I don’t want the band, Jesse. I want you.”

“I don’t sing opera, Ror.”

“I know you don’t. But you have a beautiful voice for musical theater. We can do some duets. I was thinking ‘A Little Priest’ fromSweeney Todd. ‘The Song That Goes Like This’ fromSpamalot.”

“As long as you don’t make me sing ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside.’”

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