“She has him wrapped around her finger.” Sebastian shakes his head. “And now you. When Izzy gets a boyfriend, I’ll be toast.” “Aw, someone will be able to stand looking at your ugly mug eventually.” Seb flips me the bird, yawning again. “Jesus, I’m hungover. The second bottle of Bailey’s was a bad idea. Izzy’s still tuckered out on the couch.” “She’ll perk up once the movie starts.” I stifle a yawn. I’m not all that hungover, but I could use a nap at some point. “I’ll be down in a few.” “Sounds good. Merry Christmas, Penny.” “Merry Christmas, Seb. Tell Izzy I said hi.”
