Tyler grunted as he lifted the weights, he didn’t notice the sound of the door unlocking until it swung open, Amara stood in the doorway, a suitcase dangling from her hand. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the sight of him, shirtless and sweat-drenched, in the midst of his workout. Tyler set the weights down with a thud, his expression a mixture of anger and annoyance as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Amara? What are you doing here?
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