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Ian turned the forklift slightly into the next aisle. His torn jeans and shoes scraped on the floor, but his smile was apparent. It was the weekend......Erin always slept over on the weekends......He chuckled and zoomed up behind her, stopping perfectly at her heel. She gasped but turned quickly, and gained her composure. "Zip, you scared me. C'mon, I wanna get done here and all your doing is trying to give me a heartattack." He smiled. "Yup, exactly what was on my list of things to do today." Erin rolled her eyes, and pushed the cart her hands were clenched to, further down the aisle. "So, have you finished with the flower orders?" "Yes mam." She smiled. "And the pigeons?" He again, nodded and jumped off the forklift, deciding to park it in the middle of the aisle. Grabbing the package and cart from her hands, he pushed it to the side and threw the package on the highest shelf. With a hint of impatience but more so, love, he sighed and grabbed her waist. "Let's go home." She kissed him. "So, we can do this all night?" He turned his red cheeks a little but replied quietly, "Righty O babe."