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On her way to the airport for her sister’s destination bachelorette party, Maya finds herself stuck at an endless red light. Next to her idling car pulls up a sleek black motorcycle ridden by a guy who—despite wearing a full-face helmet—is built like a sculpted Greek statue. Acting on a rare, impulsive whim before embarking on a week of wedding chaos, Maya scribbles her phone number on a scrap paper, rolls down her window, and hands it over to the mysterious rider. You’ll never guess who the mysterious man is