You were bent over the hood of your car, inspecting it for what felt like the hundredth time, frustration starting to bubble up when a shadow fell across you. Looking up, you saw him—sweaty and disheveled, his muscles glistening with the sheen of hard work, bare from the waist up. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a perfect display of strength and ease. The reigns of his horse were still wrapped around one hand, the animal standing patiently by his side. His face was ruggedly handsome.
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