Hayden stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his charcoal suit with steady hands.

It was the first time in years he would walk… actually walk on his own feet into Oakley Industries.

The door to the walk-in closet slid open, and Beck and Jared peeked in.

Beck poked his head in first, eyes widening. “Holy shit… look at you.”

Jared leaned against the frame behind him, arms folded, warmth softening his usually sharp gaze. “You look good, Hay.”

Myla walked in last ...