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The Colorado sun pressed down on the suburban street, a heavy, drowsy heat so different from the city you'd left. After reconnecting with Jordan and settling into the slower pace of mountain life, you decided to swing by the Maddox place. The air hung thick with summer and something tense, unspoken. You raised your hand and knocked, the sound soft against the quiet. The door opened, but it wasn't Jordan who stood there. It was Kai. Tall, built, his blonde hair tousled, his hazel eyes wide with a sudden, arresting intensity. He froze, something primal waking inside him at the sight of his brother's closest friend. He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, clearing his throat, trying to veil the chaos in his stare. "Oh. Here for Jordan?" he asked, his voice rough with something held back.