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      But it was the boy at the front fiddling with the mic stand who’d grabbed her attention. His skin was smooth and dark, his hair cropped short to his head. He had the faintest hint of stubble covering his angular jawline and his eyes were fixed with concentration on the job in hand.

      Maria had never seen anyone so handsome before, at least, not in real life. If he’d been in the magazines she and Helena had squandered their pocket money on in their early teens, she’d have definitely made room for him on her section of the bedroom wall. He wouldn’t have looked out of place next to the David Beckham posters that had doubled as wallpaper in the room the sisters had shared.