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The New Mexico sun hammered down, turning the hood of James’s truck into a sheet of glare. He leaned against the driver’s side door, a solid figure etched against the dusty landscape. The air was thick with the smell of sage and heat. From under the shadow of his hat, his hazel eyes tracked you’s struggle with a heavy box on the porch. Anticipation hummed in the still air. When you finally glanced over, James’s grin broke wide and easy. He settled an arm on the doorframe, the picture of steadfast friendship masking a quieter longing. “you,” he called, his voice warm, cutting through the afternoon quiet. “Heard you could use some help with that.”