Page 123 of Spurred On

Chapter Twenty-one

It wasn’t fair.

It really wasn’t.

Not only had he not invited those women to his room, he’d been in the process of setting up a romantic interlude for her. He’d planned to help her finish work tonight and whisk her to his room for a nice, slow seduction.

And now, not only had she stormed off—declaring they were finished—he had two barracudas stinking up his sheets.

What a mess.

Cody shook his head and scrubbed his face. How on earth was he going to explain things to her? When she didn’t even want to listen?

He thought about following her, but decided it would be better to give her some time to cool down. No doubt they could talk it all over tomorrow . . . and maybe even laugh about it.

It was almost funny, in a slapstick kind of way. It was a running joke with his siblings, how often women found their way into his room. Surely Sidney could see that this was simply a by-product of the work he did.

Surely she would believe him once he told her everything.

But a small, dark voice in the back of his mind whispered that he was screwed. And not in the good way.

“Hey.” A deep voice behind him shattered his dismal reverie. He turned to see Logan coming out of his room. Logan had attended the party with Hanna, but had spent the weekend in their suite, working. Logan’s grin faded as he took in Cody’s expression. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, unable to form words.

“Hey buddy.” Logan stepped toward him, but stilled when he glanced into Cody’s bedroom. His gaze flicked back to Cody’s face. He grimaced and whispered, “Do you need some help?”

God bless Logan.He always had been one to size up a situation in a heartbeat. He tipped his head down the hall. “Come with me. The guys and I are playing poker.”

Cody blinked. The guys? What guys? But there was no time to delay. He could hear the women dressing and they no doubt intended to ambush him in the hall, and the last thing he wanted to do right now was confront them. No doubt he’d lose his temper and cuss them a blue streak and that could be bad for business. So he quickly followed his friend into his room.

His relief when the door closed on him, was immense. But still, anxiety roiled in his gut. He set down the champagne and scrubbed his face and struggled to regain his composure. Charlie and Ford, who were seated at the table, studied him with concerned expressions.

“What happened there?” Logan asked.

Cody lifted a shoulder. For some reason, he still couldn’t process. Surely it wasn’t that trickle of dread in his gut.

Ford poured him a couple of fingers of whiskey and waved him into a seat. Cody tossed the drink back and then poured another. It was a few minutes before he could speak, but they waited.

“There were two women in my room,” he said with a sigh. “Naked.”

Charlie chuckled. “Well, damn, man. Good for you.”

“No. It’s not good,” he muttered. It was never good when that happened. “They snuck in there. Sidney saw them.”

“Oh. Shit,” Logan said.

Ford wrinkled his brow. “Why is that bad?”

“Because Cody and Sidney are . . .” Logan waved his hand illustratively.

“You don’t say,” Ford murmured. He shot a glance at Charlie. “When did that happen?”

Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know. No one ever tells me anything.”

“Not even Claire?” Ford asked. “In my experience, she doesn’t keep much to herself.”

“That is true, but she didn’t mention this.”