Beneath the surface calm, tension hummed quietly as the group readied for their next move.
James, ever the professional, cleared his throat. “Afternoon activities are set, sir. Jet skis are on standby, and the boat is ready for island hopping at your convenience.”
Ashcroft clapped once. “Fantastic. I’m voting jet skis first. Let’s ride some waves, maybe cause a little scandal, hmm?”
“Of course you are,” Harper replied, already slipping her sunglasses down and tossing Maya a grin. “You hear that? We’re going full movie montage today. Beach, breeze, drama.”
Damien’s eyes flicked to Maya. His jaw worked once before he finally spoke—voice low, smooth, tightly reined in.
“You good to ride?”
Maya blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”
He gave the faintest nod, expression unreadable. “Unless you
