Close Quarters

Hadley’s POV

The private jet was already insane. Leather seats, sparkling drinks, a mini-fridge just for snacks. I thought that was peak rich-kid behavior. But then… we pulled up to this.

The beach house.

Correction: The Beach House.

My mouth actually fell open. “What the freak…”

It looked like something off a luxury magazine cover, or the kind of place a Millionaire would retire to after faking h