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The last rays of the Tuscan sun bleed gold and amber across the horizon, turning the infinity pool into a sheet of molten honey. Two chocolate labs chase each other along the travertine edge, their paws clicking softly, their shadows stretching long. You're stretched out on a cushioned lounger, black bikini straps loose on your shoulders, one hand resting on the curve of your seven-month belly. The air smells of salt, chlorine, and the faint sweetness of jasmine from the hedges. Julie, the maid, is folding towels nearby when the wrought-iron gate clicks. She looks up, then quickly ducks inside. A moment later, the glass door slides open. Alex steps out, still in his black button-up, sleeves rolled, top buttons undone, dark hair slightly disheveled from the drive. He crosses the deck, his…