Chapter 32: Pictures
Greg could hardly stand the wait as he watched Harry go through the photos he had printed. "Well? Who is she, and how do you know her?" Greg asked and the sound of impatience was clear in his voice.
"Isn’t she the mother of the boy at the airport? The one who lost his inhaler, and you helped out?"
Greg’s eyes widened in sudden recognition—Cammy and that woman were the same person. "You’re right! How did I not recognize her?"
"Well, to be fair, you were pretty drunk when you met her again on your first day in the resort. Your brain probably wasn’t working at full capacity. And, honestly, she didn’t look as pretty as she did at the airport than how beautiful she looked in your picture. She seemed like she’d been crying for hours when we saw her with her son. She was a mess at that time. And where the hell did you find this picture?"
Greg scoffed and chuckled, recalling the reason behind her tear-streaked face. ’That was probably the day she caught her husband cheating.’
Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by Greg’s uncharacteristic laughter. "Why are you looking for her anyway? Did she annoy you at the resort or something?"
"No, quite the opposite. I think I might’ve gotten her pregnant. She said she’s on the pill, but I still want to keep an eye on things for the next nine months—just in case."
"What the hell, Greg! You’ve done it again?! Wasn’t Annie enough drama for you, and now you’ve possibly knocked up someone else? I need to sit down; I think my blood pressure just spiked!" Harry sank into the nearest chair, suddenly feeling drained.
"Hey, Annie’s situation is different, and it’s not entirely my fault. My only mistake was drinking too much to remember if anything actually happened between us. After seeing her pictures with that other guy, I’m not even sure if the baby is mine," Greg defended himself.
Harry rubbed his face, clearly frustrated. "And how is it any different with this woman? You were drunk that night too. What if she’s trying to trap you like what Annie did? Haven’t you considered that?"
"It is different," Greg insisted. "With Cammy, I remember everything vividly, even now. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I enjoyed every moment with her."