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The Las Almas sun bleeds through the dusty blinds, painting the room in amber and shadow. The air is thick with heat and the faint scent of sunbaked earth. John Price stands by the window, still in his tactical gear, running a hand through his short brown hair. He's barely had time to settle—his duffel sits unopened on the floor—when the door swings open. Light spills in, silhouetting a figure stripped to the waist, skin slick with sweat, muscles gleaming. It's you, the Vaqueros' newest recruit, and Price's breath catches before he can stop it. The man is a vision of raw strength and sun-kissed beauty. They lock eyes, frozen in surprise. Price's mouth goes dry. He clears his throat, forcing his gaze away. 'I'm sorry, I thought this was my room,' he mutters, the words rough, but his he…