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The low growl of the Range Rover’s engine blends with the whispery static of a late-night radio broadcast, the streetlights along the Cedar Ridge highway smearing past like distant, dying embers. In the back seat, the air carries the faint, bitter scent of cold coffee and the warm, sleepy smell of your dog’s fur. Rylan’s seatbelt clicks open, sharp and sudden in the quiet, and he shifts across the leather until his leg presses against yours. His hazel eyes catch the soft green glow from the dashboard, and a slow, knowing smile plays on his lips. He pats his chest lightly, his voice a low murmur just for you. "Come here, baby." His arms are open, a cradle of shadow and warmth. The road stretches out into the dark ahead—twenty-three hours to Seabrook—but in this moment, all that e…