Page 95 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

I shoot Grayson a glare. “Wonder where that bit of info came up…”

Grayson rubs his forehead, sighing aloud. “For the love of God, can anyone in this goddamn friend group keep a secret anymore?”

Luke and Callum’s voice join as one. “No.”

Before I can respond, Mac's voice cuts through: "Can we focus, gentlemen, please? We have forty-eight hours until wheels up, and we still haven't discussed the yacht placement."

"The yacht," Callum drawls, "will dock exactly where I say it will dock. The Mediterranean has rules, lads. Old rules."

"The Mediterranean has GPS," Luke mutters.

"Ach, how charmingly technical of you." Callum gestures. "Tell me, when was the last time ye navigated Monte Carlo’s harbor during high season? No? Then perhaps we’ll stick with my expertise."

“Che palle.” Even Mac’s sighs sound Italian. “You lot are worse than my bridesmaids. Now, can we please?—"

"Speaking of expertise," Grayson cuts in, "we still need to discuss the Will situation."

My stomach drops. "What Will situation?"

"Well..." Alex shifts. "He is my cousin. And technically part of the wedding party. So..."

"So he's coming to Monaco." I run a hand through my hair. “Fucking fantastic.”

"If it helps," Mac offers, "I invited Ariana too. For the bachelorette side of things."

"Ah yes, the bachelorette side." Callum’s smirk turns wicked. "Where we'll all pretend we don’t know about the Vegas incident. How delightfully awkward."

"The Vegas incident isn't?—"

"Public? Please. I had three different intelligence agencies call to verify that video."

"You what now?"

"Old money, lad." He examines his cufflinks. "We have resources. And your harmonizing on the file management verse was surprisingly decent."

I grab my phone, needing distraction from the urge to strangle my friend:

ARIANA: So

ARIANA: About Monaco

ARIANA: I can make an excuse not to go

ARIANA: If that would be easier

My throat goes dry. I type back.

ME: Do you want an excuse?

Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.

ARIANA: No

ARIANA: But I don't want to make things weird

ARIANA: Weirder

ARIANA: Although that ship probably sailed somewhere around the Elvis chapel

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