Page 10 of Spurred On

“The Stud Ranch?”

Tension rippled between them. Though Sidney loved her sister, she couldn’t ignore the friction between them when they were together. It was probably due to the fact that Hanna was so perfect and Sidney . . . wasn’t.

For some people, life was so freaking easy. Hanna had lived a charmed existence. She was talented and beautiful and skinny. People loved her.

Sidney had no appreciable skills, she had to fight to maintain her weight, and even friendships were a challenge for her, because of an inbred wariness of people she just couldn’t shake. It took her a long time to warm up to someone, whereas Hanna was their best friend within minutes of meeting.

She’d never been as pretty as Hanna. Never as smart as Hanna. Never as cooperative as Hanna.

Nothing had been easy for Sidney. Nothing.

She should be used to it by now, but somehow, it still gnawed at her soul.

“Mmm?” she murmured, avoiding Hanna’s horror-stricken expression.

“You booked my bachelorette party at the Stud Ranch?”

Sidney shrugged. “It’s the only place, really.”

Hanna’s lips worked. “What about the Moose Lodge?”

“The Moose Lodge?” Sidney wrinkled her nose. “It smells like old man farts.”

“Be respectful. Dad’s a Moose.”

“I’m being honest.” And Dad was one of the worst fart-offenders. He ate way too much chili . . . to the point it was dangerous to light the fire at the house in the winter.

“What about the church annex?” Hanna asked.

“How much fun would that be?”

Hanna sighed. “It’s not supposed to be fun. It’s a bachelorette party.”

Oh, how sad.Did she even hear herself?

“What will Zack say when he finds out?”

Hell. The bastard was already conscribing Hanna’s life. How creepy was that? “Um . . .” Sidney stared up at the curling tiles on the ceiling of Bubba’s Bar and Grill. “How about it’s not his decision?”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“But I am the maid of honor. It’s my choice.”

Apparently Hanna had no response to that, but it hardly mattered, because just then, their friend Porsche blew into the restaurant.

Porsche did that. Blew into rooms. She was a force of nature. She spotted Sidney and Hanna and waved as she rushed over. “Oh my God, Sidney,” she said, forcing Sidney into a hug. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Oh yeah. Just for the weekend,” she said, trying not to look guilty. She and Porsche had been fast friends forever, and only one thing had ever come between them.

Cody Silver.

Specifically, the fact that they’d both been in love with him once.

Not that Sidney was still in love with him, she wasn’t—he’d killed all tender feelings she had for him—but Porsche was besotted with him, and if she found out that Sidney had come all the way from Dallas to meet with him today, she’d probably have a conniption fit.

Porsche hugged Hanna too and then pushed into the booth facing Sidney. “Why are you here?”

Sidney gulped. “I . . . ah . . .”