Catherine POV
I felt horrible watching my mates clean up my mess. They had moved me and my chair out of the way and started cleaning up.
"You are not to lift a finger in this packhouse again," Sam said, rubbing the counter clean.
"Or try to use the kitchen or any other foreign equipment in here," Grey said, looking at me.
"I think it is safe to say you are the worst cook around," Colt said, smiling.
I sighed, frustrated.
"I need to do something," I said. "I am not willing to sit around the whole day."
"What did you do before meeting us?" Grey asked.
"I was mostly in the gym working out," I said.
"And before that?" Sam asked.
"Visiting doctors..." I said, pouting.
"And before that?" Colt asked.
"I trained warriors," I said, feeling a pinch in my chest.
