ROMILLY
Hand in hand with Miles, I stepped into the room.
Liam's gaze flicked to me, then drifted to Miles, his expression hardening. "When I sent that message, I didn't expect you to bring him along." His eyes stayed locked on Miles, cold and assessing. "But now that I think about it, it makes sense. He's your partner in crime, isn't he? Wherever your name comes up, he follows."
Miles pulled out a chair for me like a gentleman, unfazed by Liam's tone. I settled into my seat, ignoring the pathetic attempt Liam made to order lunch.
"More like supporting my woman in everything she does," Miles taunted as he sat beside me, his tone effortlessly smug. "I don't blame you for the misconception. Clearly, you wouldn't understand."
I smirked because, really, why not?
Liam leaned back, his fingers curling around his coffee cup. "How long have you known she's been playing identity theft?" He directed the question at Miles, watching for a reaction.