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The morning sun cast long, lazy shadows across the manicured lawns of Wisteria Lane. Your walk was interrupted by the sight of a moving truck parked outside a freshly painted house. A man stood in its open bay, the muscles of his back and shoulders working as he lifted a heavy box. A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin in the warm light. You’d stopped to watch, a little mesmerized by the raw, unthinking strength of it, when he straightened and turned, his gaze finding yours. He didn’t seem startled, just quietly observant. A small, easy smile touched his lips. "Hello there," he said, his voice a low, pleasant rumble. "You lose something?"