Page 120 of Spurred On

Sidney grinned to herself as she took the back stairs up to the third floor and then made her way to Cody’s room, humming beneath her breath. She wouldn’t mind a moment with him herself if she could swing it. As tired as she was, she could probably find the energy for a tryst. Or two.

She knocked once on his door, but didn’t wait before opening it. Even if he was changing, it wouldn’t be anything she hadn’t seen before.

She was wrong.

She’d never seen two buck naked twins kneeling together, tits to tits on his bed. It didn’t help that one of them was the woman who captured beetles with her boobs.

“There you are,” Beetle Babe cooed.

“What took you so long?” the other trilled.

When they narrowed their eyes against the gloom and realized she wasn’t Cody, they both deflated, in a manner of speaking.

“It’s not him,” one said.

“It’s just the maid,” the other responded. She frowned at Sidney and wriggled her fingers. “Run along and find Cody.”

“Tell him we’re waiting.”

She didn’t move. Couldn’t. She was frozen, body and soul. Something scalded her inside and out. Her skin went hot, then cold. Her vision dimmed. Her mouth went dry.

That soft, squishy center she’d been fostering suddenly and painfully contracted into a hard, icy ball.

“Well?” The blonde screeched. “Go!”

She did. Not because the boobsy bitch told her to, but because she couldn’t take another moment of this agonizing sight, the one she’d probably been dreading and expecting all along.

The reason she resisted as long as she did.

This was a bold, blatant reminder that Cody was what he was, what he’d always been.

And so was she.

There was no changing people.

There was no magical conclusion.

There was no happily ever after.

Especially not for someone like her.

Of course, as she whirled around, she plowed right into him as he turned the corner, heading for his room.

He looked gorgeous with his shirt undone and a bucket of champagne on ice in the crook of his arm. He grinned, that easygoing, lovable, heinous lying grin. “Hey, Sid,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Your time.” All she could manage, other than a nod into his room.

He peeked inside and paled. “Shit.”

Yeah, shit. You’ve been busted, buster.

He whirled on her. “No. No, Sidney. This isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like twins.” She forced a smile. “Congratulations.”

A chorus of yoo-hoos rose from his room. His ears went pink. He had the temerity to shake his finger at her. She hated when people shook their fingers at her. “No. No. This is not my fault.”

“Of course it’s not. Women just throw themselves at you, don’t they?”