Chapter Four
Just who the hell did she think she was? Rory stomped up the stairs that led to his small apartment over the butchery. It had been a long time since a woman broached his inner sanctum. Even Shelly knew better than to come to the back when he had a finely sharpened knife in his hand and an open carcass on his table.
Butchering was the only thing Rory had left in this life. Hunting had been his reason for waking up in the morning. That and Rosalind, the love of his life. But all of that—both of his passions—was taken away in one second orchestrated by his brother.
And now his brother had everything. Jordan had his work, he had his leg, and now he had a woman.
The nerve of that woman, coming into Rory’s shop, his holy place, the only thing left for him, and desecrating it wit
