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... o the driveway with the low, purring hum of his bike echoing off the front gate. The sun was still warm on his back, but the breeze had shifted just enough to carry the first hints of rain. The smell of asphalt, exhaust, and distant blossoms lingered in the air.
He slowed as he rolled into the garage. A grin curled across his lips.
He killed the engine, kicked the stand, and dismounted in one smooth move. The soft clink of his riding gloves landed on the shelf where he always kep ...
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