Page 137 of Spurred On

“What’s wrong with this?”

“Do you need to ask? You’re positively desolate.”

“I’m not—”

Porsche flung out her arm with a melodramatic flair, which was only encouraged by the flowing tippets on her sleeves. “As desolate and wretched as the wild barren wastes of the vast Karakum.”

Good. God.“I have no idea what that is, and I assure you, I am perfectly, deliriously happy.”

Porsche set her teeth with a click and stared at her. “Fine. Awesome. Whatever.”

“Look, Porsche—”

“It’s your life, Sid. Your choice. I want you to be happy and I will do everything in my power to help you, but if you won’t even try, there is no point.”

She was right.

Sidney swallowed hard and leaned in. She had to whisper, because she was pretty sure everyone else was listening. “I’m scared,” she said.

For some reason, Porsche broke out in a brilliant grin. “I know, Sidney,” she whispered back. “Isn’t love glorious?”