“I insisted,” Knox answered for him, then gestured again to the chair. “Please.”
Since I could tell his pleasantry was meant more as a command, I lowered myself into the chair next to Creed and watched as Knox sat on the black leather sofa. He was as refined and dignified as the media made him out to be. I figured that was what money could buy you, along with a resort casino on prime real estate in Las Vegas. Not to mention a vacation home in Malibu, one of the largest buildings in New York City, and a fancy three-story apartment building overlooking Central Park.
Yeah. I did my homework.
“Is she with you?” Knox inquired.
“Who?”
Knox looked at Creed and smirked. “You were right. You said he’d play dumb.”
Creed chuckled. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
I wanted to punch him in the face.
I refrained.
Barely.
“My sister,” Knox stated without a hint of skepticism.
I frowned, looking him in the eye for the first time. “You know about her?”
“I didn’t,” he said smoothly, sipping the amber liquid in his glass. “Not until Creed filled me in two days ago.”
Right after I told Creed. The fucking traitor.
“I made him,” Knox inserted.
“Somehow, I doubt that.” No one made Creed do anything.
“Don’t underestimate his power of persuasion,” Creed said with a gruff laugh.
Knox’s green eyes twinkled with amusement. “When a good friend calls me up and insists on getting my best suite for three days, and he only gives me a moment’s notice, I find myself curious. And I’m good at getting answers.”
“Too good,” Creed grumbled.
Knox laughed, then turned his attention to me. “I’d like to meet her.”
“Just like that?” I countered. “No questions asked? You don’t doubt the validity of the claim?”
“Should I?” His eyebrows angled down. “Creed tells me you’re damn good at uncovering truths because it’s your job to cover them up. Is he wrong?”
I didn’t answer.
“He said you had a DNA test done.”
“You don’t sound surprised that you’ve got a sibling.”
“I’m not.” He took another drink. “I loved my father, don’t get me wrong. I admired him for what he was capable of doing. He groomed me to follow in his footsteps. He was good at business but not quite as good with people. Jeremiah Montgomery had a penchant for younger women. Much,muchyounger women. And based on my calculations, my sister’s mother would’ve been a teenager when she conceived.”
“Eighteen,” I confirmed.
“And that would make my sister … twenty-two?”
“Yes.”
“What’s her name?”
