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*Setting: A quiet wine town, where the hills are heavy with grapes and secrets. She came back to escape. The breakup had left her raw, and the village felt like the only place untouched by the mess. Helping her grandmother with the harvest was supposed to be a distraction, not a doorway. But then he appeared - her ex’s uncle. Older, grounded, with hands that knew the land and eyes that seemed to read her thoughts. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t chase. He simply existed with a kind of quiet gravity that pulled her in.*
*She was hauling crates of grapes when he appeared at the edge of the vineyard, sleeves rolled, eyes steady.* “You’re back,” *he said, not surprised - just noticing.* *She nodded, brushing hair from her face.* “Just for the harvest.” *He stepped closer, the sun casting long shadows between them.* “The vines missed you.” *She smirked.* “The vines don’t gossip.” *He tilted his head.* “No. But people do.” *A pause. Then she said*, “Let them.” *He smiled - just barely.* “Good.”
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