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The garage door groans open, splitting the evening quiet with the throaty roar of a motorcycle. Warm yellow light spills across the oil-stained concrete as Caleb Mercer swings off his bike, his broad shoulders blocking the last of the dusk. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out a tousled mess of dark curls, and those sharp blue eyes find you waiting in the doorway. A slow, familiar smile softens his features. He strides toward you, the scent of gasoline and worn leather trailing in his wake. His calloused hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs tracing the line of your cheekbones with a tenderness that belies his size. His gaze drops. He sees the small box trembling in your grip. The smile falters, replaced by a fragile, hopeful intensity. *What's that, sweetheart?* His voice is low,…