Page 84 of Chandelier Enthralled
“Let’s not talk about it now,” Henry said quietly.
But they’d already spiked my interest, my journalistic nose had me wanting to sniff around to find out what Jewel had done to have her labeled as “nefarious.” She was certainly in the public eye, as the daughter of a news mogul, and I was already embedded in her company.
Could she be the story that Julia had alluded to?
“What’s going on in that noggin of yours?” asked Henry. “You have that look.”
“Look?”
“The one that says, ‘I will not be stopped.’”
We all laughed at that, and Cameron gave a nod of agreement to Henry’s accusation of my stubbornness.
The saffron-infused wild mushrooms were so flavorful, I could see why Henry had it every time he came here.
“How’s Greyson?” asked Cameron.
I almost choked on my food and had to reach for my glass to wash it down, giving away my surprised reaction.
“Nothing happened,” I said, preemptively.
My brother really was getting under my skin. “Really?”
Henry’s lips twitched with disapproval. “Grantchester?”
Wait. What?
Gawking, I said, “Grantchester?”
“Yes.” Cameron watched me carefully. “Greyson Grantchester.”
“As in the architect for Cole Tower?” I said in awe.
Cameron’s brows furrowed. “You didn’t realize?”
That hotel, the one I’d walked around last night, was his. He was one of the most eminent architects in the entire world, renowned for his groundbreaking skyscrapers and innovative architecture, a modern-day miracle worker of creativity and vision. I’d not looked the guy’s face up online as I’d assumed Grantchester was a much older man.
Not a hot young thing…
I had literally flirted with Greyson while standinginsidehis design last night, and I’d had no clue. How utterly embarrassing. It felt like I’d been standing next to Picasso without recognizing him.
Yet Greyson’s lack of ego had kept him quiet about it, and that, more than anything, delighted me.
“I visited his hotel,” I said proudly. “Last night. Only he didn’t tell me he was the architect.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” said Cameron.
“I forgot,” I lied.
How mortifying. Greyson had designedourbuilding—the tallest skyscraper in L.A. The one you could see from Pulse360.
“He won the Pritzker at twenty-five,” said Henry. “Right?”
The equivalent of the Nobel Prize, I mused. Greyson was not only a visionary but a legend.
As I watched their calm reaction, I sensed they’d already known I’d entered the hotel with him. “Are you having me followed?”
“You tried to shake off your security detail.” Cameron frowned as though to say, “Yeah, good luck with that.”
