Ryan started to go after Bella, but Perry’s angry words stopped him.
“You’re the one she snuck into my house, aren’t you?”
Ryan turned and glared at the man. He’d hated Albert Perry most of his life. He’d been seven when Perry stole from his father and embarrassed him by opening a competing vineyard right across the street. Ryan grew up hearing how horrible the man was. But he’d never been on the receiving end of Perry’s distaste.
“You have no right being in my home,” Perry snarled.
“I was Bella’s guest, not yours.”
“It’s my damn house!”
“And she lives there.”
“I don’t want you to ever set foot in my home again. In that room, or any other room in my home. If you do, I promise you won’t have to worry about a restraining order against me because I’ll have one against you,” Perry growl
