It was a rarified world that Ty had grown up in, Ollie thought. Rarified enough that, back home, it could have been a movie, but not something in real life. Of course, he thought with a slightly amused smile, his father would have directed the movie. His mother would have hunted down the perfect Hollywood princeling with bright eyes and golden-brown hair to play Tyler. Sam would have been the Hollywood princeling's hard-edged attorney.

It was a rarified world he came from, too.

"On the other hand, I was definitely spoiled rotten. Youngest, only boy, and parents with more money than time. The son of a Hollywood director can get most everything he wants. It's probably a miracle I'm not an actual monster."

He examined his nails and then pointed at Ty. "And before you speak, remember that you don't remember most of the nice things about me, darling."