The house was quiet, too quiet. Running a hand through his hair, Tate swiveled his office chair to face the window and peered out. The sun was just starting to rise above the horizon meaning that in the next hour or two, the packhouse would be back to its normal busy state. Until then, he would be left alone with his thoughts, and he wasn’t sure he could handle them anymore. They were driving him mad.
Closing his new laptop, he stood up and stretched. Glancing down at his sweaty workout clothes, he decided that he should probably run upstairs to shower and change before the first meeting of the day. If he remembered correctly, it was scheduled for nine o’clock sharp and he couldn’t be late.
Turning his office light off, Tate stepped into the hall and was about to head upstairs when his
