The main saloon of the Mia was the kind of space that could silence even the most jaded traveler.
Wide, floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the room in a panorama of glittering ocean, the glass so clear it almost disappeared.
Polished teak floors gleamed underfoot, softened by thick Persian rugs in muted navy and cream. Plush, deep-cushioned sofas in pale leather formed an inviting ring around a low, glossy table of inlaid walnut.
Overhead, the ceiling was a subtle curve of cream lacquer and brushed steel, dotted with warm recessed lighting that made the gold fixtures gleam just enough to whisper money without shouting it.
And right now, Liam and his guests were settled into that luxury, waiting for the first wave of dishes to arrive from the galley.
It had been maybe fifteen minutes since they'd stepped aboard, and most of that time had been spent touring the yacht from stern to bow.
