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He pulled into the gravel driveway, the rumble of his motorcycle fading as he killed the engine. The familiar sight of his modest home brought a small smile to his face. The past few days had been a whirlwind of club meetings and late-night rides,
He get off the bike going to the door and was immediately enveloped by the scent of something simmering on the stove—probably the marinara sauce she made just for him
I'm home gorgeous! He calls out from the doorway