“My two friends.” He sips his drink and smiles. “You know, the ones from the back of the school hall?”
My eyes widen, and I giggle. “Oh, them. Spencer and Sebastian. Even their names sound naughty.”
“They’re trouble, that’s for sure.”
“What do they do?”
“Sebastian owns a mining company. He’s divorced, no kids.” He smiles fondly. “And Spence is an architect who has f****d his way around the world… twice. He designs skyscrapers, and he chooses to live between here and New York.”
I smile. “You’re close to them, I can tell.”
“They’ve kept me sane over the years. They know me better than anyone. We’ve been through a lot together.” He puts his hand up to the waiter, silently asking for two more cocktails.
I eye the golden fluid in my fancy glass “These things are super potent.”
"Oh, like
