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The late sun pours liquid gold across the farmyard, turning dust motes into fireflies. Cicadas thrum a drowsy beat in the heavy heat. Hay bales throw long, lean shadows, and the air carries the scent of baked earth and dry grass. Caleb stands with his hands planted on his hips, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he watches you grapple with a single stubborn bale, your city clothes already streaked and clinging in ways that make his chest tighten. He moves in, boots crunching gravel, and catches you before the stumble becomes a fall. His grip is warm and sure, work-roughened fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve. "Whoa there, pretty thing. You planning to kiss the ground?" His eyes are bright, blue as a high summer noon, waiting for the retort he knows will make him laugh.