Page 33 of White Knight
A throat clears behind us, followed by a giggle. “Good to know I don’t have any competition for my husband.”
Immediately, I lift my gaze to collide with Greer’s. “It’s been a while. You still hate me?” I ask, knowing her answer could go either way.
Back in the day, I was ordered to intervene in Greer’s life when she and Cav were getting involved. It was an odd situation, considering I was taking Creighton’s and Dom’s orders at the same time, and Cav was ignoring everyone’s. Not that Cav had answered to Dom in years.
I envied Cav and the freedom that his stardom afforded him. It just put him further out of Dom’s reach and sliced most, and then all, of the strings tying him to our negligent father.
Growing up, Cav and I barely knew of each other’s existence. He definitely didn’t know I was Dom’s bastard too. I can only assume Creighton has told Holly, Greer, and Cav by now.
Of course, I never let it out myself.
“Oh, shut up. I don’t hate you, Cannon,” Greer says, her gaze locked on mine. “We do miss you, though. Crey especially, even if he won’t tell you himself. You two have to bury the hatchet, and preferably soon and not in each other’s chest.”
She knows us both well.
“It’s good to see you, Greer. You look happy, despite being here.”
Her smile slips a little, but her ability to hide her thoughts when in public has never been as well-honed as her brother’s. “I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want Cav to come either. But he insisted that it was the right thing to do.” She leans in, conspiratorially. “To be honest, I think he just wanted to rub that Academy Award in Dom’s face.”
A chuckle catches in my throat as she turns to Memphis.
Shit. I should have introduced them, but then again having a date—someone I care about by my side—is all new to me.
Before I can rectify my mistake, they’re doing it for me.
“Hi, I’m Greer. It’s really nice to meet any friend of Cannon’s.” With her smiling introduction, she’s fishing for information. Part of me wishes I could tell her the truth about Memphis, but that’s not possible.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you—” Memphis begins, but I want there to be no mistaking what she is to me, so I interject.
“Greer, this is Drew, my girlfriend. Drew, this is Greer. I’d call her my little sister, except there’s no blood shared between us.”
“I think there’s plenty of shared blood in this room without you and I being related. Besides, that would be gross.” Greer shifts her gaze from me back to Memphis. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m shocked to see someone finally managed to tie down the uncatchable Cannon Freeman. I swore he’d never get serious with someone.”
“Maybe he was just waiting for therightwoman, like we all do.” Cavanaugh Westman steps up behind his wife and wraps an arm around her middle before nodding at me in greeting. “Cannon. It’s been a while.” He holds out a hand and I shake it.
“It has. How are things? Congrats on the Academy Award.” I can see the pride in his eyes, but he won’t brag. It’s not his style.
“Thanks. It was unexpected, which makes it that much better.” And that’s all he’ll say about himself. Instead, he places a kiss to his wife’s temple and asks me, “How are you doing? I heard from a friend you’re managing the Upper Ten for dear old Dad.”
Hearing someone say it out loud—in public—is something I may never get used to.
“Which friend is that?”
Cav’s attention cuts from me to Memphis. “Silas Bohannon. We run in similar circles.”
Greer whips around to look up at her husband. “Silas is here? Is Windsor?” Her gaze darts around the full room, scanning. “I seriously hope that those two get their heads out of their asses eventually and just hook up, for God’s sake.”
“Who’s Windsor?” Memphis asks. This has to be a lot for her to take in, but she’s yet to stumble or falter. She’s unshakable.
Greer is more than happy to fill her in on the gossip. “Windsor Reed. She and Cav were costars in theCasablancaremake.”
“Oh, wow.ThatWindsor.” Memphis exhales the words with underlying shock. Windsor Reed is Hollywood royalty, and with Silas Bohannon being more of a Hollywood renegade, the two don’t seem to mix at all.
“Windsor’s good people. So is Bo,” Cav says before squeezing his wife. “But Greer isn’t going to meddle and try to bring them together. Are you, babe?”
Greer rolls her eyes, and I’m reminded of her rebellious streak. I wouldn’t put it past her to push until she gets what she wants. The woman is scary smart and tenacious, and with a brother like Creighton Karas, she’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Of course I won’t interfere.” In plain sight, she crosses her fingers and slips them behind her. “Unless I see an opening.”
