Chapter Seven
Brodie entered the kitchen through the back door, pulling off his sweat-lined straw hat. Wiping his forehead, he paused, relishing the cool interior and letting his eyes adjust to the dimmer light. His head still hurt, and he was still pissed as hell at about the turn of events.
Kicking him off his home?
Hell no.
He’d succeed come hell or high water. There was no way he was leaving the ranch. And if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to let Simon down either.
He scanned the kitchen through narrowed eyes. Someone had been in here. It was… sparkly. Hadn’t looked this good since he’d moved in. New chef must be here.
“Hello?”
After a moment he moved to the entryway of the great room. “Anyone here?”
He glanced at the front door, which stood open a c***k, and moved
