Chapter Fifteen
The sun was low on the horizon when they emerged from Rory’s apartment. Descending the stairs that led into the butchery, Rhetta spotted Rory’s assistant. The woman’s owl-like eyes beaded at the sight of Rhetta who was wearing a Rory shawl around her shoulders.
Rhetta rolled her eyes. In addition to Rory’s diet, and the paint on the walls of his apartment, along with some new furniture, there would be some other changes being made.
Rory pinched her a*s as they came down the last step and entered the fresh air. She jumped and giggled. “Stop that, people will see.”
“Good,” he growled. “It’ll save me from having to shout from the rooftops that you’re mine.”
Standing in the closed doorway of his shop, Rhetta opened to him. She opened up and let every ounce of fear she had
