Page 45 of Spurred On

Cade leaned back in his chair and stared at him. “Always?”

“Since high school.”

“Really?”

“I always knew if we ever had a second chance, that would be it. We’d be together—”

“Wait.” Cade gaped at him. “A second chance? I don’t remember you ever dating her.”

Shit.He should watch his words. Cade never missed anything. It was probably all that military training or something. “We had a . . . thing.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah. Between Susie and Tibby.”

“You dumped her for Tibby? Smooth move.”

Again, another wince. Yeah, he was an ass. He could hardly tell his brother why he’d picked Tibby. Hardly admit out loud that that night with Sidney had panicked him. That his feelings had been so strong, so intense, so raw, he’d had to run.

Stupid, idiot dumbass.

Because those feelings had never gone away. They’d just burrowed into his soul and festered. And now, now when he might have had a chance with her, he didn’t.

“Well, what are you going to do now?”

“What options do I have?” None, really. Just watch her walk away.

“You have a chance to change her mind.”

“Do I?”

“Okay, you have some time to change her mind. She’ll be here until tomorrow.”

“She isn’t interested.”

Cade huffed a laugh. “Isn’t she?”

Cody stilled and shot a look at his brother. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, when you’re not paying attention. And hell, I saw the way she was . . . climbing you last night.”

She had been rather passionate.

“I think you should give it another try.” Cade shrugged. “After all, what the hell do you have to lose?”

Oh, God. He was right.

He could sit here and mope, or he could find her, corner her, and seduce her again.

And maybe, if he was convincing enough, or if he fucked her hard enough, she’d realize they were meant to be together. Or, at the very least, realize the passion between them was worth the risk.

***

Filled with resolve, he set out on a hunt for Sidney. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find her. He suspected she was hiding from him. Tibby Pucey, on the other hand, was not.

She cornered him in the hallway on the second floor when he was knocking on Sidney’s door in hopes she was in residence.

“There you are, Cody,” Tibby cooed. It wasn’t the coo of a peace-loving dove, but the cry of a hungry raptor. A pterodactyl, perhaps.