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
"What are you doing?" I ask while Ridge buries his head in my cleavage."Looking for my dinner. I'm starved." He lifts my shirt and pulls my bra down exposing my breasts and pebbled nipples. "Lean back a little, babe."With the palm of my hands resting behind me on the counter I lean back, a tinge worried because there's nothing but open air to catch me.Ridge spreads my legs and reaches under my skirt tapping my ass twice until I lift. In one fluid move he pulls my underwear down, clutching them in his hand. "I think I'll eat right here."His tongue flicks over my nipple and I arch to get closer. "Didn't we try this once and Aunt Mary walked in on us?" I ask, nervous about my exposed position on his counter.He sucks on my nipple in response, squeezing my breasts together. "Shhh. No more talking." Ridge's thumb caresses my bottom lip until I open for him, and then he shoves my wadded up underwear in my mouth.I jerk around the intrusion, but focus on breathing through my n
A pair of my jeans gets stuck in the back of the front loading washer and I reach in to pull them out. The smell of wild mountain flowers surrounds me. Ridge splurges on the good laundry detergent.There's a ringing somewhere in the house, but I don't feel comfortable answering Ridge's phone so I continue to shove wet clothes in the dryer. One of Ridge's shirts wrapped itself around one of mine and I struggle to untwist the sleeves before saying fuck it and throwing them in the dryer together. There's a sick and twisted satisfaction from our clothes being surrounded together. I've totally lost my mind. It's surely cabin fever from being unable to leave the house for days. Could happen to anyone.Grabbing the empty laundry basket, I slam the dryer door and start the cycle. The ringing starts again. It gets louder the closer to the kitchen I get. My excitement ratchets up as I realize it's the new cell phone Ridge gave me last weekend. No one has called and I've forgotten what it's l