Olivia sat on the bed, surrounded by piles of clothes. Her hands moved at lightening speed, folding blouses and pants before dropping them into the suitcase. "You're packing for a month," she heard him say and she glanced up.

"I'm not," she insisted.

Trevor lay down, the bed rocking as he continued, "At the rate you're going, we'll never get to Carmel…therefore shattering my plans for us."

She groaned, a grin of mock insult on her lips as she tossed a sandal at him. She hid a laugh behind her hand and squirmed away as he playfully grabbed for her.

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