Page 89 of Spurred On

Sidney leaned forward and whispered, “We’re driving Tibby crazy.”

“Oh,” Hanna said. “That sounds like a fun game. But why did Cody kiss you?”

“He saw Tibby coming, of course.”

Hanna looked around the—empty—room. “He did?” She fixed a probing gaze on him.

No, he hadn’t seen Tibby. That kiss had had nothing to do with Tibby. In fact, about half the times he’d kissed Sidney that morning, Tibby had been nowhere in evidence. But he certainly wasn’t admitting that. “She’s been stalking us,” he said. That, at least, was true.

“She’s been stalking Cody,” Sidney corrected. “I’m just saving him from a fate worse than death.”

“Really?” Hanna lifted that speaking brow. She was a past master at speaking expressions. Her focus whipped from Sidney to Cody back to Sidney again. “Hmm.”

“What do you mean by that?” Sidney asked.

“By what? I didn’t say anything.”

“You said, hmm.”

“Hmm doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does when you say it in that tone.”

“What tone?”

“Hmm.” Sidney quite accurately mimicked Hanna’s dubious timbre.

“Well, I certainly didn’t mean anything by it. If the two of you want to torment poor Tibby, who am I to stand in your way?”

Exactly.

“But I do feel the need to mention . . .”

“What?”

“Logan and I saw Tibby leaving the hospital when we came in.”

“I . . . what?” Sidney blinked.

Logan nodded. “Yeah. She made it a point to turn her nose up at us and everything.”

Sidney whipped around and frowned at Cody. “I thought you said you saw her?”

How did he wriggle out of this one?

Maybe just telling the truth?

Naw.

“Did I say that?”

“You kissed me.”

“I was just practicing.”

To his relief she wasn’t angry. In fact, though she tried to hold back her smile, she couldn’t. She did, however, smack him on the shoulder.

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