Cammy stared wide-eyed at the neon sign flashing above them, her mouth falling open in utter disbelief.
"A strip club?!" she practically shrieked, whipping her head toward Greg as he smoothly parked the car. "Are you sure this is the right place? Because unless Harry has had a complete personality transplant, this is the last place I'd expect him to be."
Greg sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well… we're about to find out." Without hesitation, he stepped out, tossing his keys to the valet like a regular.
Cammy squinted suspiciously as the club's host immediately greeted him with a polite nod. "This way, Mr. Cross."
She folded her arms and gave Greg a pointed look. "Mr. Cross? Wow. You seem awfully well-known here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Care to explain, or should I start reevaluating everything I know about you?"
