Ryder
They trained out there all morning. It was good to be attending that, and Patrice wasn’t out of shape. There was nothing at all wrong with her skills, and as they walked into the packhouse, Patrice quickened her pace as she saw Oliver holding Damascus leaning in his office doorway. She watched as Patrice touched his little head, smiled down at him and then at Oliver. “See, you can do it all by yourself.”
He just nodded at her, then smiled. “I’ll not give him back, he's all mine now.” He teased her a little and turned away a bit as well. “Mine all day.”
Patrice chuckled softly and stated, “Okay.” And headed back towards them.
“Hey,” Oliver called out, and there was from what Ryder could tell a slight pout to his voice, and Patrice burst out laughing and told him she needed a showe
