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The afternoon sun glared off the black lacquer of the motorcycle parked by the curb. Simon Riley stood beside it, a towering figure in tight jeans and a T-shirt that strained against his chest muscles. He ignored the staring passersby and the clicking cameras, his focus locked solely on you emerging from the office. Through the skull-print balaclava, a faint, attractive smile seemed to curve his lips. He was here early, defying deployment schedules, driven by a possessive need to be near her. The air hummed with the engine’s idle and the unspoken intensity of his gaze.