Page 69 of Spurred On

Porsche grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Amy frowned as she shot a look from Sidney to Porsche. “You two don’t look like you’re having a good time.”

“You didn’t bring me any tequila,” Sidney felt the need to mention.

“Oh, it’s a wonderful party,” Porsche muttered at the same time.

“Well,” Amy said, “I am just thrilled for Hanna and Logan. Did you hear he’s taking her to Paris for their honeymoon?”

Sidney sighed. “She loves Paris.”

“She loves Logan.”

Porsche smiled. “Logan is great.”

“He is.”

“I’m glad they found each other,” Sidney said. And it was true—she was.

“Every woman deserves to win her dream man.” Annoyingly, Porsche’s gaze flicked to Cody, all wistful and shit.

Sidney bit her cheek as irritation rippled through her. “Drool much?”

Porsche glared at her. “What?”

“You heard me. I see you staring at him. Honestly, Porsche. Don’t tell me you still have the hots for Cody.”

“I was not staring at him.”

Please.Who was going to believe that? But it hardly mattered, didn’t it? She was done with him. Avoiding him. Right? “It’s okay,” she muttered. “If you want him, take him.” The second she said it, she regretted it.

Porsche reared back. “I wasn’t aware I needed your permission.”

“But he’ll use you. He’ll use you and toss you aside just like he’s done each and every time he’s had a girlfriend. You know what he’s like. Utterly incapable of commitment.” Her own vitriol surprised her. And the others. They both stared at her in silence.

At long last, Amy said, “Hookay . . .”

“Come on. We all know him. He’s the most arrogant, self-absorbed man on the planet.”

Amy shrugged. “Sometimes the most arrogant people are really the most insecure.”

Sidney snorted. “I wouldn’t classify Cody Silver as insecure.”

Amy frowned. “You never know what’s really happening inside someone’s head or heart. You never know what drives them to do what they do.”

“Are you calling me judgmental?”

“Of course not. I’m just suggesting that you don’t know everything.”

“I know enough.” Enough to make her soul wail and ache. Enough to fill her life with anger and regret and cynicism.

She hated this. She hated how he made her feel. Hated how her bitterness owned her. She was not a bilious, malicious person. She didn’t want to be.

She recalled Ben’s advice and cringed. He was right. It was time to let go of her hostility, time to release her pain. No one else would do it for her. And she would never find happiness with a man, any man—or even happiness without one—until she did.

She owed it to herself.

All she needed to do was figure out how.