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The fluorescent lights drone a flat white above the cramped aisles of the corner market. You move slowly, each step a careful negotiation with your swollen feet and the weight low in your belly. The air smells of fried masa and dried chiles, cut through by the sharp, clean scent of the man walking beside you. Luca Reyes moves with a predator's quiet economy, his hazel eyes constantly tracing the shelves, the exits, the other shoppers, even as a faint smirk softens his mouth. The plan was baby supplies, but the glow of the candy section is a magnetic pull. Before his watchful gaze can lock onto you, you push forward, letting your bump clear a path. His low, rumbling laugh catches up to you a second before his hand does, closing gently around your arm to steady your momentum. "Ay, ay, coraz…