Page 85 of Chandelier Enthralled
I swallowed hard, nervous he might also know I drove to Huntington Beach, and then parked his Rolls outside a club with the intention of unleashing an investigation.
Right before Greyson had highjacked the car and drove me away like I was in danger.
Glancing over at Henry, I tried to read his expression.
“Are you seeing Greyson?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Just making new friends.”Because that kiss meant nothing.Even if he was endearing and charming and handsome and it was hard not to think about him.
Henry looked thoughtful, and then said, “Grantchester is actually a bachelor to watch.”
“Well, he was,” mumbled Cameron.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Life has hit him hard lately.” Cameron brushed off any further discussion. “More champagne?”
The bottle was empty.
At this rate we’d all need a driver to take us home.
“Greyson told me about the tragedy at his place,” I said tentatively.
Cameron narrowed his gaze. “Is this about his girlfriend?”
“Ex. Apparently, she died in his pool,” I whispered.
Cameron leaned toward me. “Did he tell you that?”
“Yes.”
“But not that he was an architect?” Cameron gave me a look of confusion. “Or that the hotel he showed you last night was his design?” He glanced at my brother.
Silence found us as we finished off our meal.
“Greyson is innocent.” Cameron started to say something else and then stopped himself.
“You know this for sure?” I leaned in, eager to hear more—needing to know the man I had a crush on wasn’t a man to avoid.
“Yes.” Cameron gave an assertive nod. “I know him well. He won’t even hurt a spider. Literally, invented a contraption to save insects and release them into the garden.”
“How do you know that?” I pushed.
“We talked about it.”
“He’s a talented guy,” said Henry. “I like him. Sad about his girlfriend, though. What happened?” He looked nervous. “They’re not thinking it’s suspicious, right?”
“No,” I said, defending him even though I didn’t really know him.
Cameron stared at me. “Did Greyson talk about anything else?”
“He mentioned how much he cared about Amelia,” I said.
“Amelia was the girlfriend?” asked Henry.
“What else did he say about her?” Cameron caressed his lip the way he always did when he was thinking.
Henry laughed. “Maybe he didn’t get a word in.”
