By late morning, however, his patience finally gave way. “For goodness sake stop following me around Kerry. I know it’s your company but with Mel sick and you too emotionally exhausted to cope, this is the only way it’s going to work. Besides, it’s keeping my kitchen staff occupied. Until the hotel and conference centre open up at the end of the month they’ve too much spare time on their hands. They are also perfectly capable of preparing and serving all the lunches you have booked for the rest of the week, so you don’t need to worry.” “But there’s nothing for me to do,” Kerry continued to trail after him dejectedly as he strode around Greenleas issuing orders and checking on the almost completed building work. She wasn’t used to having time on her hands and with the twins away and his staff taking over her workload, she felt unnecessary and unwanted. It was all very well for Pierce and Mel to agree it would be better if she rested until after the wedding; they didn’t have her thoughts churning around inside their heads; thoughts she could only ignore if she was too busy to think.
