Chapter 5I was stalking through the apartment like a caged tiger. I couldn’t believe that little bastard had moved in with Rory. Already. That sniveling, conniving, sneaky little prick. Worse, I couldn’t believe that Rory had fallen for it. He was being sucked in by a pretty little flirt whose only talent was performed on his knees. Not that I knew that, but I was pretty damn sure of it. What else could Danny have brought to the table? And I could not, for the life of me, shake the images dancing through my mind of Danny lounging around the house—our house—not working, not doing a damn thing but preening like a pampered poodle, opening presents and being worshiped. Which was ridiculous, and I knew it, but that didn’t make the thoughts go away.
When that got too much to bear, I flopped ont
