Tate
“Are you ready to go yet?” Greg asked, opening the door to Tate’s office and sticking his head inside. “We’ll be late if you don’t close that laptop in the next five minutes.”
“I thought we pushed the pack meeting off until next week?” Tate grumbled, looking up from the email that he was reading.
“We were going to, but Kelly thought it would be best if we had the meeting this week,” Greg said with a shrug. “She’s stressed enough over the wedding that I didn't think it wise to tell her no.”
“Smart man,” Tate chuckled, closing his laptop before standing and stretching.
Glancing down at the picture of his mate and son on his desk, he thought about their wedding, which was less than two weeks away. Kelly, hoping to make the day perfect, was now stressing over the tiniest things. Ye
