"Why do you have two eight-person golf carts?" April asked.
"There are nine of us," Killian said. "Two seemed sufficient."
Sufficient. Which implied there were more.
Jax was already in the first cart's driver seat, fingers hovering over the dashboard. "Oh, this has a console."
"Don't—" Killian started.
Jax pressed everything.
The cart lit up—headlights, running lights, underglow that turned the concrete purple—and music started playing.
Killian closed his eyes.
"You bought golf carts with underglow." Jax said, delighted.
"Came with it."
Arthur set April down, moved Jax to the passenger seat without comment, and took the wheel.
Caleb claimed the second cart. "I'm driving."
Liam appeared at April's elbow. "This side," he said, guiding her toward the first cart with his hand warm at her back.
Mateo was already there, grinning.
April grabbed Mateo's wrist and Liam's hand and pulled them into place on either side of her as she sat. Shoulder against hers.Thigh along her leg. Mateo pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Liam's hand squeezed hers once, his smile small and just for her.
Behind them, the others climbed in, shifting seats, trading comments.
The carts rolled forward, purple underglow spilling across the stone.
Wind skimmed her bare legs. Mateo's thumb traced idle circles at her hip. Liam's knee stayed pressed to hers. The house slid past in warm-lit sections: grass, columns, too much money.
The carts slowed. Stopped. Arthur was already stepping out. Liam stood. Mateo didn't move until she did.
They followed Killian through a side entrance and into a hallway that curved instead of doing the reasonable thing and going straight. She slipped her hand into Liam's without looking. A few steps later, Jiro appeared on her other side, his fingers threading through hers.
Doors stood open as they passed.
The first was a theater. Stadium seating, velvet, screen bigger than April's living room.
"This is nicer than the cinema I go to," Jax said.
"Yes," Killian said, not stopping.
Caleb called after him. "What do you watch?"
"Earnings calls," Killian said over his shoulder. "Occasionally a documentary."
Everyone stared.
Jax raised his voice. "You're banned from choosing movies."
Killian kept walking.
Mateo's hand closed around April's wrist. He pulled her backward through the doorway into the theater. He didn't stop until they reached the back row.
