Chapter 9
Cold air permeated the house during the time the door stood wide, awaiting Richard’s arrival. So much for thinking Richard better be on his heels, and not because of the utility bills, though the heating kicked in. Horny as hell, Ethan paced, his bad mood fuelling his desire.
Bitch! Rejecting his father’s input without proper consideration. What else should he expect from a woman who didn’t care about growing things? So many years of service and she treated them like they were beggars, and even some of those deserved better treatment than the scraps the likes of Ruby Gardener would deem to throw at them. f*****g b***h!
Ethan moved to kick the furniture, muscles bunched, teeth gritted, arms folded hugging himself and not because of the chill creeping in. What was he doing screw
