He rolls his eyes as he stands next to me, holding his golf bag. “Recovered. I’m going back tonight.” He looks down the fairway. “I had to psyche myself up.” He chews the gum in his mouth as he concentrates on his hit. He lines up and smacks the ball high into the air.
I glance at Seb and raise a brow before I look back at Spence.
“f**k off. Who the hell has to psyche themselves up to f**k two beautiful, kinky women?” I mock as I drag my second ball over to the tee with the back of my club.
He raises his eyebrows at me and tilts his head. “How’s that hot nanny of yours, anyway?” He chews his gum, waiting.
I blow out a breath. “Trouble. She nearly got herself f****d on my kitchen floor last night.”
They both grin, flashing their teeth. “What happened?” Seb asks.
“Came home drunk and h
