Marcus’s hands wrapped around Zyra’s waist as he pulled her closer to himself, and she snuggled into his embrace. “If I let you, you’ll spend the rest of the day here,” he whispered in her ear.

She giggled, “Is that so bad?”

“Not at all, but we’ve got work to do today…” he replied, his tone teasing.

She pulled away to turn to him, “Oh really? What’s the plan?”

He cupped her cheeks in his hands, “You. You are the work.”

She dramatically dropped her jaw, ...