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The late afternoon sun cuts through the Virginia pines, painting long, jagged shadows across the concrete pool deck. The water shimmers, a cool, inviting azure against the oppressive summer heat. Laughter, bright and carefree, bounces off the side of the house, mingling with the scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. Near the shallow end, Sloane is deep in conversation with you, her gestures animated. Lia sits on the edge, her feet tracing patterns in the water. In the far corner, Dean and Cassie are huddled close, their voices a low murmur. Then the backdoor swings open with a soft groan. Michael Townsend steps out, his brown hair catching the sun, tousled and unruly. Without breaking stride, he pulls his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tosses it carelessly onto a patio cha…