Katy shuts her car door sealing us off from the world and whatever is in my house. "It's possible Ridge stopped by."Yeah, sure. If Ridge stopped over and turned on every light. One brush of my eyes at his house confirms my suspicions. There's no truck in his driveway and the house is dark."What are you going to do?" she asks."Me? You're the girl with the plans."Katy turns, her eyes squinty in thought. She flicks her head to the house and then back to me. My stomach curls from all her sudden movements, but if I didn't lose my dinner on Benny's shoes I'll handle this.Eyeing the house, she says, "Okay, here's the plan. We'll sneak around back and peek in."That's it? "Can't we call the police now and let them handle it?""Sure, but then if it is nothing at all, the whole town will consider you the girl who calls police when she leaves the lights on."But I didn't leave any lights on."It could be a raccoon," her voice skips on each word overly happy about her new id
His forehead crinkles in annoyance and he shakes his head at her but doesn't appear put off by the comment. "Katy Kadish, fancy meeting you here. The first crime to happen in Pelican Bay in the last two months and somehow you're involved. Who would have thought?""I'm here for my friend, Tabs." She points at me with her thumb."Were you involved in any way?" he asks, his words laced with skepticism."No.""Have you given a statement to the responding officer?""Yeah, I told him what happened. We didn't see anything besides her trashed kitchen." Katy opens her door and steps out of the car, but I'm not ready to leave the small wind break I have in the vehicle."Have Officer Peters take you home. I'll call you if you need to go to the station and fill out a formal statement."She scoffs. "You're sending me home?""It's cold and there's no reason for you to be here. More units are on their way. Joe says the place is clear. I'll take Ms. Thompson inside and ask her question
Without another word Ridge starts his truck and drives over the grass between our shared yards, stopping in his driveway. The headlights illuminate the front of his detached garage door until he turns off the truck, but he doesn't move."Tabitha, I want to be perfectly clear with you. When we step out of this truck, I will only accept the truth. All of it." He stares out the window waiting.My stomach clenches and fresh tears well in my eyes. You'd think by now I'd be dry. I nod and put my hand on the door, but I don't open it or get out."I need to hear you say the words," he says, his eyes set on the garage."I promise."The door slams as he jumps out, but I don't move. Once I leave the comfort of this truck, my ruse is finished. There's no way a guy like Ridge will get messed up with a girl like me. I'm not carrying baggage. I'm hauling a whole freight train of complications.Ridge stops beside my window, nodding once like an executor leading me to the guillotine. He ope
I slide a finger over the first glossy shot and pick them up one by one, examining the images. There's me walking into our large house after a morning run. Another getting out of my car at the grocery store. At the salon getting my hair done. Waitressing at the restaurant during the holiday season when staff were forced to wear ugly green shirts with poinsettias embroidered into them. Mario's mom picked them out. No one ever said no to Mama Fanelli. Does she know who her husband was? Who her son is?"Why am I in here?" I ask while I collect the pictures with me in them. Has he been following me? How? We met this month and I'm the one who moved to Pelican Bay. How could Ridge have pictures from December? Why would he?My brain flounders to create an explanation. It's working overtime, but I'm still processing my meeting with Benny. I can't add this new information in without a meltdown."You've been on police radar for a long time, Tabitha. They've never been sure how much you kne
"Since when?""Not long."I open my mouth to ask more questions, but there aren't any. My ability to think has shut down. My entire life is a lie and now the guy I thought my hero lied too. He flew to Oklahoma. Had me followed. Who the hell is he?"Why?"Ridge closes his eyes slowly opening them a few seconds later. "I had to know.""Because you thought I was a drug dealer from Oklahoma?" My voice rises with every word.Ridge releases a huge breath and tilts his head to the ceiling. "I never believed it, Tabitha, but I had to make sure. If I ignored information of that magnitude because you're hot, it would make me pretty shitty at this security business. I needed to be sure."I hate when he makes decent points. Plus, I can't give Ridge too much shit since one-to-one I'm still up on the lies told category. We're like a fucked up episode of One Life to Live."This is what we'll do, Tabitha." Ridge rests his hands on his knees leaning toward me in his chair. It's a move h
"That's what you took from what I said? The threesome, not the boyfriend part?""Well..." my words trail off."I don't kid about threesomes, Tabitha. No man does. And I also don't share. Especially in a devil's triangle." He kisses the side of my head. "Okay, I answered three of yours. My turn. What are your real plans for Pelican Bay?" he asks his hands faltering on my back for a second."I told you the truth. I'm not going back to Oklahoma. There's nothing there for me, but here is a whole town of possibilities. I'll need to find a job, of course.""Where?""No clue. Are you hiring?" I ask.He tenses, his hands stopping. "For you. Hell no. You're enough trouble now.""What is it you even do?""Eh, this and that." He starts rubbing again, but I'm not buying it."What happened to the whole, truthfulness from here on out bit?""Fine." He blows out a breath, moving the hair on the top of my head. "I did eight years in the military and then when Mom died during my seco
Something tickles my neck and I swat it away. The bed under me jerks with little movements. Ones I eventually pick up as Ridge laughing behind me.I moan and pull the blankets up around my shoulder. "Go away."He leans over my body kissing my ear. It's annoying and messing with my sleep. If he wasn't so hot and sweet, I'd be pissed for the interruption."I'm trying to leave, but I wanted to say good-bye," he whispers in my ear.I crack my eyes open to the pitch black room. "You're leaving for real? Do you always get up this early?" It's not normal."I do when there's an asshole stalking the woman I have in my bed. Yes.""Does that happen often for you?"He laughs again, the movements pulling on my covers. "No. You're a first, baby. In so many ways." Ridge pulls on the edge of the comforter and tucks it around me. "Go back to sleep. Richie will be over to fix your window early this morning and Riley will set up the new alarm."I try to roll over to my back, but he's pack
Books are pulled off shelves, the bookcase tipped over on top of them. Crumpled sheets litter the floor, ripped from the bed. The mattress is off the box spring a few inches. Nothing broken, but it will involve a long cleanup effort. I don't check on the master bedroom, preferring to pretend it's fine. At least for a few more minutes. I'm back to denial.A hamper full of dirty clothes is dumped and scattered on the floor, the few clean items I had left pulled from their hangers in the closet and thrown about the room. There hasn't been time to worry about laundry since I left Oklahoma, but now buying a jug of detergent springs to the top of the list. A knee length jean skirt, two vintage t-shirts, and a tea length party dress I bought on a half-off sale but never wore are undisturbed on their hangers.With little choice, I pick the jean skirt and a grey vintage shirt with the words Chill Out and a row of penguins underneath on it. I bend down to pick up a few books, but quickly giv