CHAPTER EIGHT - Crossing Paths

As Claire settled into her makeshift workspace in the living room, a knock at the door broke the silence. A courier stood outside, laden with packages and envelopes. "Delivery for Monsieur Steele and Mademoiselle Langford," he announced cheerfully. Claire signed for the packages, her brow furrowing as she sorted through them. "Mason," she called out, "I think some of these are for you." Mason emerged from the study, eyeing the pile of deliveries. "Those documents on top are yours," he said, reaching for a box. "The rest should be mine." They began sorting through the items, but it quickly became apparent that the courier had mixed up their deliveries. Claire's important financial documents had been delivered to Mason's pile, while his tech gadgets and components were scattered among her papers. "This is a nightmare," Claire muttered, trying to gather her documents without disturbing Mason's items. "I need these contracts reviewed and signed by this afternoon." Mason was equally f