Page 18 of Spurred On

“There he is.” Cody pointed to a figure coming out of the barn, and Sidney’s breath caught in her lungs. He was tall, dark, gorgeous . . . and fully clothed. And still, he was the second sexiest man here.

Not that Cody counted. He didn’t count.

She needed to remind herself of that.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Who is that?”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Cody’s cheek flex. His glare scorched her face. “That’s Logan.”

“Oh my.” She fanned herself with her fingers, not because Logan was so hot—though he was—but because Cody’s irritation provoked her, made her want to play this up. Torment him, maybe, just a little. She turned to him with wide eyes and gushed, “Where did you find him?”

Cody frowned. “He’s for Hanna.”

“Sure. Sure. I get it. But, where did you find him?”

“He’s my friend. Hell, you probably remember him.”

Sidney turned to gape at Logan, who just got better-looking as he got closer. “No. I definitely don’t remember him.”

“Logan? Logan Landry?”

“I don’t remember . . .” Oh wait. The image flashed in her brain. The nerdy kid from high school who kept to himself. The one who up and left town one night and was never seen again. “I do remember him. Where did he go when he left here?”

“Dallas. And stop looking at him like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat him up.”

She waggled her brows. “He is delicious. I think I better go and introduce myself.”

Cody caught her arm. “No,” he said. “He’s for Hanna.”

“Right.” She tried to wiggle free. “I can help push them together.”

“I mean it, Sidney.”

Something in his tone caught her attention. She shot him a searching glance.

“Logan has had a crush on Hanna since high school.”

Her stomach dropped, then flipped around in some weird kind of dance. A strange emotion swelled in her chest. Elation, maybe. “You . . . picked him because he had a crush on Hanna?”

“Um, yeah?” Holy God. That was so . . . sweet. So fricking sweet. Who knew Cody had it in him? “I thought it would be good for both of them.”

“That was . . . very thoughtful.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have let her voice go so soft, because he stilled, and then leaned in.

When his breath caressed her lips, a trickle of trepidation dribbled through her. That it was twined with excitement sent a flare of disquiet through her. She couldn’t let him kiss her. Not again. She simply didn’t trust herself to stop him. So she sucked in a resolute breath and said nonchalantly, “So is this your kiss?”

“What?” He blinked.

“Is this the kiss you’re going to claim? Right here? Right now?”

He pulled back and glanced around the yard, crowded with partygoers, and his jaw firmed. “No. This is not that kiss.”

“Well fine then.” She pulled her arm free. “Because I need to join my sister.”

To her shock, he yanked her back and kissed her anyway. It was a hard, quick buss—so quick she doubted anyone saw it—but it singed her to her core and left her spinning. Bemused and bewildered, she forced her feet to move. She walked through the fog, away from him, to the hay-filled trailer where Hanna was standing beside her hunk. To Sidney’s surprise, they were gazing into each other’s eyes.

Well, glory be.They’d just met, and it already looked as though this crazy scheme might work.

She shot a glance back at Cody and was shocked to see him marching toward them with a determined look on his face, so she quickly slipped onto the trailer, urging Hanna to sit beside her. Naturally, her hunk followed. Cody stopped, frowned at her, and then turned back to the tractor.

Sidney had no idea why he looked so put out.

This was the plan and she was going to make damn sure it worked. Come hell or high water.