Laundry basket in hand, Kelly gently pushed open the door to their bedroom to find Tate standing next to the bed, a pair of socks in his hands. Frowning, she noted the half-packed duffle on the bed next to him. Trying not to be upset that he was leaving the next afternoon for a whole week, she walked over and placed the basket down next to his duffle.
“Are you almost all packed?” she asked, plastering a cheery smile on her face as she surveyed the contents of the duffle.
“Just about,” Tate grunted, reaching for another pair of socks.
“You don’t sound very excited,” she pointed out as she pulled a pair of pants out of the basket. Folding them neatly, she placed them in the duffle for Tate.
“Thank you,” he murmured, catching her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, making her melt ju
