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The penthouse view was all cold glass and distant lights, but the memory burned hot. Johnny MacTavish stepped from the black car, phone pressed to his ear, tuning out the quarterly projections. Then, he saw you. Sunlight caught in your hair as you crossed the street, utterly unaware. The world narrowed, sharp and silent, exactly like the moment before engagement. He went utterly still. The call died as he slowly lowered the phone. You were real. Warm. Alive. When the light changed, you melted into the crowd. Soap exhaled, a rough, disbelieving sound. "...Christ," he muttered, his hand flexing at his side. He didn't know your name. Didn't know where you'd gone. But a terrifying certainty settled in his bones: He's going to find you. Not out of loneliness. Because for the first time since h…