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She opened the door, lifted the kitten out, and put her close to her chest. The little kitten purred louder.

“I think she likes you,” Tess said when she entered the room.

“I love her already. I’m going to take her, Tess.”

“Great. I know she’ll have a good home.”

“I’ll run to The Feed Store after work and get what I need. I can come back and get her after I get everything into the apartment.”

“Alright.”

“How did the surgery go?”

“Good. Bosco is known for eating things he shouldn’t. This time, I removed a piece of a sock from his belly.”

“Oh, no!” Markie laughed. “It’s a good thing his owners bring him in here.”

“He’s a handful, but they love him. I’m going to head to my office if you need me.”

“Alright. I’ll take care of patients. I don’t think we have too many today.”

“It’s a slow day for sure. I’ll see you later.”

Markie nodded as Tess left the room, then she put the kitten back into the cage.

“I’ll take you home later.” She smiled when the kitten meowed at her, then left the room. She couldn’t wait to take her home.

Chapter Seven

Nate entered the barn, then his office. He wanted to check if there were any emails inquiring about the job.

He strode around his desk, pulled the chair up behind him, and sat down. As he opened the computer, he saw he had a ton of emails to go through. He used to post his phone number, but he’d get so many calls that he had to keep stopping work to answer. It was easier this way. Reading some of the emails let him know if a person was fit for the job or not.

Later, in the afternoon, Nate entered the feed barn to see if they needed any more. They’d just had a delivery, but Beau purchased five more horses. Nate shook his head, Beau loved horses as much as he did.

After checking the bins, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to get more, so he returned to his office and called Ash Beckett. He could easily call the warehouse, but he knew Ash would get an order to him more quickly.

Once he hung up from Ash, he called Jobe.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Jobe, another shipment of feed will be here tomorrow. Get some men on it, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I posted a job opening at The Feed yesterday and already have a lot of inquiries. Let’s hope we get someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“I hope so.” Jobe hung up.

Nate stuck his phone in his back pocket and walked out of the office. It was warm today. So much for that little bit of snow. Nate hoped it would stay warm.

“Shit,” he muttered as he remembered he needed to call the restaurant.

A few minutes later, he called Grant Hunter, the owner.

“Nate. How are you?” Grant said when he answered.

“I’m good, thanks. You?”

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