"Greta?" Mason was the first to speak, half-rising from his chair with a grin that bordered on boyish. "Well, look who decided to remember we exist."
Greta Sinclair removed her sunglasses with a deliberate flick, the faintest smile touching her lips. "Mason Vale. Still talking too much, I see."
He laughed. "And you're still… intimidating as hell."
"Charming, as always," she replied, stepping closer. Her coat fell open just enough to reveal the kind of sleek black dress that didn't need a single accessory to make a statement.
Liam was already on his feet. "No way. Absolutely no way." He moved in for a hug without hesitation. "You look wow."
"Fabulous," Greta supplied smoothly, allowing the embrace before leaning back. "I'm aware."
"You disappear for five years-"
"Six," she corrected.
"-and come back looking like this?"
Her smile didn't waver. "I take my work seriously."
Christian had stood by now, waiting his turn. "You've been impossible to reach."
