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She stood at the edge of the field, small and delicate in every sense—5’3”, light blonde hair catching the sun like spun gold, bright blue eyes scanning the land as if she had never seen it before. Her porcelain skin seemed almost unreal against the earthy backdrop of the farm. Before he could call out, a loose plank in the fence gave way, startling her. She stumbled, arms flailing, and a sudden yelp escaped her throat. Without thinking, Cole was moving—fast, solid, protective.