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His expression softened.
The space provided a modern touch, displaying lush plants that instilled a sense of tranquility.
“This is beautiful.” I turned around and peered up, amazed.
Greyson watched me. “The lighting works. Thoughts?”
“I’ve stayed in some of the most amazing places, but this is…remarkable.” I tried to absorb every detail, admiring the extraordinary craftsmanship of the structure. “Do you know the interior designer?” I took a wild guess. “Is it you?”
“No.”
“Is it your hotel?”
He smiled. “No, I’m not a hotelier.”
“Then what do you do?”
“I admire beautiful things.” He stared at me.
“Are you hitting on me?”
“Willa, I believe we’ve already established you and I are friends. And that is as far as we will ever go.”
“Of course,” I said. “You’re not my type.”
“Right, because that would make me a narc.” He grinned, easily amused.
“And you’re so not that.” I winked.
“How can you tell?”
“I can tell.” Didn’t need to say I’d lived with one for the last year. “You thought about me, tonight. You were outside that club because you sensed me being there might be an issue. Not sure how you knew I was there, but I will find out.”
He tilted his head as though to say, “Close enough.”
I frowned. “I interrupted your evening. Sorry if I did.”
“You’re lucky I made it in time.”
“I wasn’t going in.”
“Spying?”
I stepped closer to him. “What’s so intriguing about your club?”
What were Chad’s words?“People are turning up dead who are connected to that place.”
If true, and Hersey had suspected criminal activity, then Greyson was potentially part of a conspiracy.
It was more pleasant to look around and not think of the consequences when I delivered this news to Cameron. That a colleague at work suspected my brother of having corrupt contacts. Greyson being one of them.
Cameron would come to see me being there as useful.
I looked around again at the seamless blend of modern and classic elements, revealing the soul of the creator woven into the way the walls defied gravity.
“We had a top architect design Cole Tower,” I said, proud of our skyscraper.
He looked intrigued. “Grantchester.”
