Chapter 17

“The least you could do is let me come inside. I could freeze out there.”

Half of me wanted him to freeze to death. The other half of me seemed more rational.

“I really don’t think we should spend any time together, including now.”

Miller barked, “I just need some heat. You don’t have to be a selfish motherfucker. Didn’t your mother raise someone with manners, or have you always been a monster like this?”

Whatever. I didn’t have the time to begin an argument with him. “You can stay, warm up, but then you have to leave.”

“You should offer me a drink, preferably something warm and strong. I’m sure someone like you has a bottle of bourbon or rum in the house?”

I had both, but didn’t want to share an alcoholic beverage with him. God only knew how angry he could become under the influence. Instead, I felt it best to serve him a glass of water, which he politely declined.

“I’m not a fish, Victor. I’m a man who would like a drink.”