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His plans for the day stood there on the front porch, looking as though he'd just walked out of a brand photoshoot. He was painted in jeans that looked well loved- freckled in scuffs, dark boots and a leather jacket, a helmet tucked under his arm.
The man flashed Zayne a roguish smile, sunny but not without an air of mischief.
"Good morning, Doctor."