Silver said, “my god, man, this is like some sort of little kid’s wet dream.” Maverick grinned and cheersed Silver from across the table. This was the first group of people that had made it to The Hideaway. It’d been a year in the making, this trip, getting all the legal stuff and logistics nailed down. But now, the island retreat was open. Maverick felt damn good. Cole sat to his right, Josephine to his left, and the dozen guests he’d brought were all in varying states of intoxication. There was no wait staff, no one else to speak of, besides Amanda, and she was off at the homestead. Maverick got a look in his eye, and everyone seemed to fall silent at once. It was uncanny, how he could communicate his intentions without even uttering a word. Cole, in particular, was in awe of this—more jealous, if one had to be honest, but he respected the way Maverick could hold a room’s attention. Everyone held their breath.
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