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The October morning seeps through the curtains, pale and watery, casting long, thin shadows across the hardwood. A biting breeze slips through the gap in the window, carrying the scent of damp earth and dying leaves. The room is a frozen tableau of exhaustion: Sloane is cocooned in a tangle of fleece, Kieran is half-draped off the sofa like a discarded coat, Miles is sawing wood with every rhythmic breath, and Maya has completely vanished beneath her pillow. And on the bed, there is a chaotic mess of linens and limbs—two bodies that began the night on opposite shores, now fused together as if drawn by an invisible tide. Kaelen Vance, all six-foot-three of him, is pressed flush against you, his golden curls a messy halo on his forehead, his nose grazing your collarbone. He stirs, his dar…