They exchange looks.
“Of course we are going to be naked and f*****g down there,” I add, holding my hand up.
Spencer slaps the table. “Jolly good, then I’m down for hell.”
“Are you coming to the wedding then or not?” Seb asks.
“Not,” I reply. “I hate weddings, you know that. I would rather go to a funeral than a wedding.”
They roll their eyes at me.
“You need to go to a quack,” Seb says. “You’ve got some serious f*****g issues.”
“Oh, like you don’t,” I hit back.
“No.” He points at me. “I’m no longer married because my wife is a f*****g slut who f****d our gardener.”
“Here, here,” Spencer cheers, holding his beer up. “f*****g slut.”
I chuckle. Spencer hates Seb’s ex-wife with a fiery passion.
“But you…” he shakes his head as he talks, “are walking around broken-hearted like a lov
