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"I think I did?" he asks, and, yup, definitely a smile

One that is io off, and I lift our joined hands between us, shaking theh," I say "Definitely a grand gesture, and I was very impressed and kind of turned on, but" I shakehis chin, Miles looks down at ers flex in mine "It’s still different," he says "We can’t keep people fro pictures, but we can not pose for thes at our hands--"for anyone else’s benefit"

I nod, but even as I do, I’ of those proetting hyperaware of soht Ellie could keep her life here separate froet aboutone of the Royal Wreckers, even if he is the least wreckish

Miles frowns "What is it?" he asks, but before I can reply, Seb is there, his jacket flapping open, his hair windblown yet weirdly perfect, his eyes shining, and his breath

Stepping back, I place a hand over od, did you fall into a vat of whiskey?" I ask hilance around I know Seb can be a eneral public has been spared a lot of his ?" he asks h his hair

"What, no!" Miles says, startled, and sadly h to sound pretty weak

Miles looks down atabout that?"

"Not the shagging part," I adeneral, you know, them-ness of them"

I turn and look at Seb, acutely aware that there are photographers nearby and that he is super, super drunk In public

"But why is that a big deal?" I whisper "You don’t even like Taht decide to like her, who can say?"

Rolling ible bachelor in Scotland Be still , also three sheets to the wind, listing slightly, and I tug on Seb’s aro somewhere quiet and talk about this? Somewhere not quite so public andexposed"

But Seb shakeshis hands on Seb’s shoulders "Mate," he starts, but Seb steps back from him

"Don’t ‘mate’ me," he says, and I wrinkle ed to keep his disastrous life private for all this time--is now on a roll

"It just doesn’tone hand out at me, he all but cries, "You didn’t want me, and you picked Monters of all people"

I openI was about to say "Oh, don’t giveThe two of you have beensex eyes at each other since day one"

My face flames hot, and I make a startled noise "Have not!" I reply, and Miles is spluttering, too

"Daisy and I onlyrecently realized th-that we--"

"Oh, stuff it, Monters," Seb says, placing his hands on his hips "I’m not blind But then Daisy’s friend calls ood-looking one? A bedroom walls all over this country? I just" He shakes his head, and I look over at Dons, who is giggling into his cider

"Who let his "Sherbet’s not here, Spiffy’s laid up with his ankle, Gilly’s on the field, Monters has been too wrapped up in you to notice what Seb is up to, sooooo" He pokes at his own chest and grins brightly "Me! I did!"

Laughing, he slaps Seb on the back "But it’s good! Man deserves to let his hair down"

I don’t point out that Seb is not so s spew out his

"And Ellie," he says darkly, and now I step forward, grabbing his jacket and not caring whopictures