“Seriously?” She was fifty if she was a day.
“Not Tibby.”
He scowled at Cade.
“Oh, it has to be Porsche.” Claire, sure of herself, nodded. “He’s in love with Porsche, and Ford threatened his life.”
“Yeah,” he said, “you got it all figured out.”
He should have invested a little more sincerity into his tone because his brother and sister looked at each other and, in tandem, said, “Not Porsche.”
“Who else could it be?” Cade asked Claire.
“I have no clue. I thought for sure it was Porsche.” For some reason she glared at him as though he’d offended her by not falling in love with the woman of her choice. “This all started after Hanna’s party, so maybe he was in love with her.”
“Oh, yeah. I could totally see that.” Cade frowned. “Except he really seemed pleased that the plan worked.”
Claire frowned. “What plan?”
“The plan to bring in a hot guy for Hanna, so she’d realize Zack was a dud.”
“Everyone knows Zack is a dud.” Claire sniffed.
“Right, but Cody and Sidney cooked up this plan to force Hanna to see she was making a mistake.”
“She was making a mistake.”
“I know.”
Claire stilled. Her gaze shot to Cody. Her lips parted. “Oh my God. It’s Sidney. Isn’t it?” Why there was a look of horror in her eye was a mystery. It was hardly any of her concern.
He shook his head and looked away.
“It can’t be Sidney. She’s dating—” Cade broke off and stared at Cody with an annoying hint of sympathy in his eyes. “Ohh.”
“It’s not Sidney!” he barked. A complete and utter lie, but he had to say it. Had to protest, if only against his fate.
Claire scowled. “It’s totally Sidney.”
“Totally,” Cade said.
“Well,” his sister said with a huff, “that does explain a lot.”
“It does not!”
Cade nodded. “It does. And she’s coming to Logan and Hanna’s engagement party next week. Are you going to be okay?”
“What?” Cody snorted. “Of course I’m going to be okay. I’m not broken.”
But he kind of was.
Sidney was coming to the party, and she was probably coming with Ben.
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
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