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... ind that suggested someone feared interrupting, but the precise, measured rhythm of someone who knew they wouldn’t be turned away.
Trevor didn’t look up immediately. His fingers finished the last clean stroke of a sentence on the unregistered file before he closed the window and let the screen go dark, reflecting only his own faint smile back at him.
"Come in," he said, the words low, unhurried, and almost lazy.
Lucas stepped inside, a thin folder tucked under one arm, th ...
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