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The church bells dissolved into the dusk as the runaway bride tore down the cobblestone lane, her satin gown snarling around her bare ankles. Panic drove her until she hit the empty blacktop, lungs scorched, hair a wild cascade. There, etched against the bleeding sunset, stood Cade. Slouched against his matte-black motorcycle in a faded white tank and jeans, his sunglasses mirrored the dying light. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as he watched her crumple, spent and trembling. He didn't stir, just tipped his head, his gaze sweeping over her unraveled state with detached amusement. The distant shouts of the wedding party ghosted on the wind—a reminder of the gilded cage she'd fled. He lifted a gloved hand to tighten his helmet strap, the engine purring with a low, hungry growl. H…