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The kitchen light spills warm and yellow across the tile floor, the only bulb on in the house. Steam rises from the pot, carrying the scent of butter and herbs. Outside, the tide is low, and the marsh is silent. Rafe Cameron stands at the stove, his shoulders looser than they ever are in public, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He stirs the pasta without looking, his focus split between the noodles and your voice. When you pause, he turns, crossing the few feet to where you sit on the counter. His palms flatten on the counter on either side of you, caging you in, but his eyes are soft. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “So, family. Everything good there?” The question hangs, waiting for you to fill the space.