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The music pulsed through the crowded downtown club, bass vibrating through the floor as Taylor laughed with her friends near the dance floor. At twenty-six, she felt like she was in one of those rare, perfect moments—good friends, strong drinks, and the carefree glow of a Friday night. Her engagement ring flashed under the colored lights every time she lifted her glass. She had just finished telling a story when she glanced toward the entrance—and froze. Walking in with easy confidence was her fiancé’s older brother. Taylor had met him only a handful of times at family gatherings, but every time he’d been there, she’d felt the same electric awareness. He was a few years older, tall, broad-shouldered, with that effortlessly handsome look that made people turn their heads without realizing it. Tonight, in a dark button-down with the sleeves casually rolled up, he looked even more dangerously charming. Their eyes met across the room. Recognition turned into a slow smile. A few minutes later he was standing beside her, the music loud enough that he had to lean close to speak. The faint scent of his cologne made Taylor’s pulse quicken. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. “Me neither,” she replied, suddenly aware of how close they were. When the next song started, he held out his hand with a playful grin. “Dance?” Taylor hesitated for half a second—then took it. Under the swirling lights, they moved with the rhythm of the music, laughter and tension mixing in the air between them. What started as a casual dance quickly felt like something else entirely, the space between them shrinking with every beat. And Taylor couldn’t ignore the heat building in her chest—or the dangerous thought that maybe he felt it too.