Iris snickered behind her, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
Bryan, who clearly had a death wish, made faces at Grayson behind his back until Iris elbowed him in the ribs without even looking.
Neville glanced around at the interior.
This place was really big.
There was a sleek, low-slung piece of furniture in muted charcoal and cream that occupied the central lounge area. It faced a panoramic window that framed the ocean like a living painting.
There was a fully stocked bar gleaming under warm pendant lighting to the left.
Further in, the space branched out into what appeared to be a billiards room and a private dining alcove.
Then there were at least two more wings he couldn't identify from where he stood.
The group settled into the lounge area, gravitating toward a long, curved sofa upholstered in slate-gray fabric that sat facing the panoramic ocean view.
But Neville had no time for breathtaking views.
The moment he sat down, he turned to Grayson.
