Cammy shot Greg a look of pure disbelief, her lips curling into a skeptical frown. "Are you sure you and Harry are best friends? Because, honestly, it sounds like I know more about his love life than you do."
Greg scoffed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he glanced at her. "Excuse me? How do you know all this? Since when did you become the all-knowing expert on Harry Parker?"
Cammy rolled her eyes and launched into a full recount of everything—Harry's drunken confession at Dylan's party, the awkward breakfast with Eve, and her reaction. "I still can't believe how much of a mess he is. He seemed so normal this morning, and now we find out he's been sulking in a strip club since lunch. Seriously, how did you not know any of this?"
Greg exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Look, we lost touch for a while, okay? And knowing how his family operates, I have no doubt that Eve was telling the truth about everything."
