Chapter 1Snow fluttered down, coating everything with a pristine blanket of white.
Broc glared up at the magical, delicate flakes floating through the evening sky and flipped off the heavens with both hands.
“f**k you, you bloody bastard,” he growled. Sure, it was Christmas Eve and if there was ever a time for cold and snow this was it, but the old castle he was a caretaker for was huge and drafty. He’d had no idea when he’d taken the job back in the very long-ago days of summer that he’d be freezing his balls off most of the blasted time.
Lack of insulation had to be the reason his ancestors had given up living in them in the first place. The shite Wi-Fi and lack of close takeaway were other good reasons not to be way out in the middle of sodding nowhere in the Scottish Highlands. Broc
