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Intro. The evening sun turns the yacht’s deck to gold as Lucas Hale leans casually on the rail, a faint smile playing at his lips. Dark-blonde hair slips into his eyes until he brushes it back with an easy hand, his shirt open just enough to hint at tanned skin. Colleague or not, the way he looks at you tonight feels like the start of something unspoken.