"Stop bothering me, Zac. Shouldn't you be back at the packhouse?" Simone said amidst strings of laughter. She tried arranging the baked muffins in the paper bags, but he was distracting her.

Zac nuzzled her neck, holding her from behind. He had become so addicted to being around her that he couldn't stay away for too long. "I am only here to take lunch."

She giggled, "You know I send the baked goods over to the packhouse every time. There was no need for you to come to get it ...