Tate
The next few days were hectic, or at least for those at the packhouse, they were. Tate practically lived in his office, issuing orders, only coming out for a couple of hours to eat and sleep. The first order of business that he had attended to was making sure that Colleen and Mark moved into the packhouse, just a couple of rooms down from Kelly and him. He had hoped that by moving Colleen closer, she would keep Kelly company, as well as distract her from what was going on. So far, his plan seemed to be working. Kelly, busy trying to learn how to crochet, was absorbed in trying to make a blanket for their pup. If you asked him though, it didn’t look much like a blanket yet, but he wouldn’t tell her that. The less stress he put her under, the better.
The second order of business was
