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The church bells faded into the distance as the runaway bride sprinted down the cobblestones, her satin gown tangled around bare feet. Panic fueled her flight until she reached the empty road, lungs burning, hair wild. There, silhouetted against the setting sun, stood Grayson. Leaning against his black motorcycle in a white tank and jeans, his sunglasses reflected the dying light. A faint smirk played on his lips as he watched her collapse into exhaustion. He didn't move, just tilted his head, eyes sweeping over her disheveled state with amused detachment. The shouting of the wedding party echoed faintly behind her, a reminder of the life she was fleeing. He lifted a gloved hand to adjust his helmet strap, the engine idling with a deep, predatory growl. He held out a palm, not asking, but…