Chapter12: Late in the Evening
March 16: late in the evening
Miller found his way back to my Tudor, unannounced. This time, he used the front door like a gentleman, knocking before entering. His face had turned crimson red from the morning cold. He waved a hand in front of his face and over his head since the wind had mussed his hair.
“Miller?” I questioned him at the door. “What are you doing here?”
He grunted. “We need to renegotiate our relationship.”
I wanted to tell him we didn’t have a relationship; certainly, not after his previous surprise visit. Starting s**t with the man wasn’t a smart idea on my part, so I told him, “I’m sure our relationship is just fine.”
I didn’t have any intentions of letting him inside the Tudor, but he squeezed his way past me, rubbing our chests tog
