Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Unknown Number: Looks like your parents have company. We couldn't see who, though.
Me: Who is this?
I snicker, knowing I'm going to irritate him. He's so fun to rile up.
Unknown Number: You know exactly who this is, Miller.
Me: I do now. You're the only one who calls me Miller.
Rome: It is your name.
Me: So it is. What kind of car?
Rome: Cadillac SUV. White. Rental.
Me: The only person I can think of is who it better not be.
Rome: Monty.
I laugh. Oh, how my dearest step-brother, Thomas Montgomery, hates that nickname.
Me: He hates that.
Rome: Why do you think I do it?
Maybe it's not just me he tortures… or maybe he hates Tom as much as he hates me.
Me: Brunch tomorrow should be a real treat.
Rome: You can handle it.
Me: I hope you're right. Those odds aren't fair.
Rome: Life isn't fair.
Me: Yeah, yeah. I'll handle it.
Rome: Good luck.
Me: Thanks.
I'll need it.