The helicopter blades slowed as the chopper settled onto the helipad of the yacht. The sea stretched endlessly around them, glittering under the afternoon sun, waves breaking in gentle rhythm against the hull.
The moment the engine powered down, Mason was already on his feet. He stepped forward, opened the cabin door smoothly, and stood to the side for Liam to exit first.
Liam sighed softly and smiled warmly, as he stepped down onto the deck, the wind carrying the faint scent of saltwater and sea spray.
Nick followed silently, his eyes scanning the open deck before falling into step behind his employer.
Liam's gaze swept ahead, and his lips curved into a wide smile. There they were — Matt, Kristopher, Harper, Alex, Elise, Kristie, Lana, and Stacy — gathered together at the far end of the helipad, waiting.
It had been weeks since Liam had seen most of them, except for Matt of course. Seeing the others again stirred something warm in his chest.
