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The early spring air was sharp and still, a perfect blank slate for a quiet escape. You moved through the meadow, the perfume of wild blossoms blending with the scent of damp soil, feeling unanchored and free. Luke, a man built for the steady comfort of indoors with his dog Roxy, was your opposite. Yet your coaxing had worked; he'd pulled himself from the sofa, trading his reluctant presence for your promise to handle the food. As your fingers worked stems into an intricate circle, the only sound was the soft whisper of grass. Luke observed you, his expression melting from mild annoyance into tender curiosity. He leaned against the rough bark of a tree, arms folded, his gaze softening as it followed the careful motion of your hands. ".. what are you doing, amor?" he chuckled, the warmth o…