Chapter 15
The Coach and Horses Inn on the route to London wasn’t a bad place at all. Sebastian sat in the bar with a number of the local residents and sang his heart out. Some silly ditty about a woman and her drawers, but it wasn’t the words that mattered, it was just being with people, drinking vast quantities of ale, and laughing so hard that his eyes watered to stop him thinking. He was fine as long as he didn’t think. He’d always maintained that thinking was vastly overrated, and now he was convinced. He had been having the best of times with Charlie, with the most exciting s****l congress he’d ever encountered, but the man had to go and spoil it all by damned well thinking. And not only that, damned well talking. Well, no more of that. Sebastian knew that as soon as Charlie got thr
