CHAPTER 74.

The low hum of the private jet filled the air as it touched down on the private strip. Liam stood with his hands in his pockets, sharp eyes scanning the sleek aircraft as the door opened.

John stepped out with the unhurried grace of a man who had seen too much of the world to be fazed by anything. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, he looked every bit like someone born to slip into any role and make it believable.

“John.” Liam ...