Ethan's POV
As darkness fell, the yacht began its return journey, and Aria linked her arm through mine. "My friends and I are having dinner at the beachfront restaurant after this. You should join us."
"I'd like that."
When we docked, Aria led me to a private table on the beach where four women were already seated, cocktails in hand. They all looked up with interest as we approached.
"Ladies, I found someone interesting," Aria announced, her hand still linked through my arm. "This is Ethan. He's promised to rescue my poor camera situation."
I smiled at the group. "Nice to meet you all."
"Let me introduce you," Aria said. "This is Gianna, our resident chef." She pointed to a woman with a heart-shaped face and curly auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Gianna wore a white line
