The music throbbed across the mansion, and the bass pulsing through the polished marble floors. Laughter rose and fell in waves as groups mingled and glasses clinked.
Liam and Matt had drifted toward one of the quieter corners of the main hall, each holding a glass of wine. From here, they could see the dance floor, the glowing garden beyond, and the tide of people flowing between.
Matt leaned in close, his grin wide. "So, what's the plan tomorrow? You've got the whole world at your fingertips, man. You can't tell me you'll just stay home again."
Liam swirled the wine gently in his glass, the ruby liquid catching the chandelier light. He thought for a moment, then said, "Track racing. Maybe I'll rent out a circuit and burn some laps."
Matt choked, staring at him. "Rent out a track? You're serious?"
"Why not?" Liam smiled.
