“And I know you’re too stubborn to admit you are wrong.”
“What?”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I know you. And I know him. He’s hurting. You’re hurting. All either of you wants is to be together again. I see that. But you’re both too stubborn to make the first move.”
It wasn’t stubbornness. It was something much darker.
“We all know you’re both difficult people.” Porsche threw out her arms to embrace the world, the galaxy, the universe, perhaps.
“I am not difficult!”
A snort sounded from behind the curtain. Sidney glared at it.
“But all is not lost. All you need is . . .”
“What?”
“A little nudge.”
“A nudge?”
“Mmm hmm. What if I were able to thrust you and Cody together at the wedding. Would you take the opportunity to talk to him? Maybe listen to him? Give him another chance?”
“Porsche—” This was mortifying beyond words.
“Oh please, Sidney.” She raised prayerful hands. “Please tell me you will at least try?”
As Sidney stared at her, Porsche batted her lashes. “It could be your wedding present to me.”
“I already bought you a chafing dish.”
“Oooh. That’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe a gift for little Cody then?” She patted her belly.
Sidney’s throat locked. She gaped at her friend. “Are you pregnant?” Maybe that was why she’d refused the champagne. “Are you?”
Porsche put out a lip. “Well, not yet. But I will be soon. I’m sure.”
Damn her. Porsche wasn’t playing fair. Then again, she never did.
Sidney sucked on her tongue. “So you’re planning to name your baby Cody?”
Porsche stilled. Her lips worked. “Maybe?”
“I seriously doubt Brandon will want to name his son after the man you drooled over your entire life.”
“He is very open-minded.”
“Not that open-minded.”
“Sidney, what I do or do not name my future son is hardly the point here.”
“Is there a point here?”
“Yes. The point is this. Do you want a chance at happiness with Cody, or do you want to spend the rest of your life like this?” She skated a derisive appraisal up and down Sidney’s person.