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The coffee shop door chimed, and Elena froze mid-sip. She'd recognize that silhouette anywhere—broad shoulders, deliberate stride, the slight hesitation before scanning the room. Marcus. Three years, and her body still remembered.
Their eyes met. His widened first, then narrowed. Not surprise. Recognition and something else. Calculation, maybe. Or regret.
He walked toward her table. Elena set down her cup, steadying her hand.