VOLUME TWO: FUTURE RISKPlease don't let this be a big hairy spider.Please don't let this be a big hairy spider.With a deep breath I stick my hand in the hole in the drywall, making slow progress. The palm of my hand disappears until I no longer make out even an outline in the shadows. I stop and squint to get a better look, twisting my fingers."What the fark?"I rip my hand from the hole and drop the green mushy stack. It falls to the floor with a squishy splat.It's...money.A large stack of fifty-dollar bills is secured together by an orange band of paper in the middle. Bands like the kind banks use to keep money together. Using a single finger, I tip the stack over. The edges are wet and... well mushy. Like sitting in the wall behind an oven caused the money to deteriorate.My hand goes back in the hole, no longer concerned about spiders. There are probably some back there, but the prospect of money outweighs my fear. It takes three more trips back and forth. The
"Hey, Bennett," I say, taking little side steps until I'm standing next to Katy. One more body in front of the money won't hurt.He stops and tilts his head to the side, giving us a thoughtful expression I can't quite put my finger on a name for. "Why are Katy and Tabitha standing in front of a stack of money?"Inquisitive. I guess his look would be classified as inquisitive."Well...funny that..." I've never been especially quick on my feet when it comes to lying, and it doesn't look like I plan to start now. It doesn't help the hunky man-beast in front of me is gorgeous. He's not as wide-chested as Ridge, but the bulging arm muscles more than make up for it. With his almost black hair and bright green eyes, he reminds me of all the crushes I had back in high school.Apparently I have a type."Do you need a ride to the bank?""Anessa found it in the wall." Tabitha takes a step away from the money pile, distancing herself.Not to be outdone, Katy steps back gesturing to t
Katy clears her throat for at least the sixth time in the last twenty minutes and looks at me, widening her eyes. Clearly she's trying to tell me something.What that something is, I have no idea.I stop by the walk-in freezer with my hand on the door. "Would anyone like some cookies?"Bennett and Ridge were huddled together in the corner of the kitchen speaking in low voices two seconds ago, but now both turn with similar questioning looks. Hasn't anyone heard of cookies making everyone feel better? It worked in the Matrix movies."No, we're good in the cookie department." Bennett looks me up and down like he's checking for a second head."I could go for a cookie." Tabitha steps around the prep table headed for the large walk-in refrigerator where I keep racks of extra desserts."No cookies," Ridge says a little louder than necessary. "We don't know what the situation is yet. There could be evidence in there."Tabitha stops long enough to give him an are-you-serious look
"How long do you have to stay here?" I ask Bennett as he pushes my brand-new stove into place. The delivery guys dropped it off a few minutes after Ridge and everyone else left, roughly an hour ago. Thankfully, Ridge took the money with him so I was spared more questions.Bennett uses his hip to push the stove the final inch, which should be impossible for an industrial stove but he acts as if it's simple. "What? Don't you enjoy having me around to help?"Do I? That's the problem. I like having Bennett around here way more than I should. His strong biceps, the way he bites the corner of his lips together when in thought, the way he stood by me protectively during the whole money thing. If I was a cartoon heroine, this is the point when I start swooning. Which means it's also the time he needs to get out.It's hot enough in my kitchen. I don't need to add fantasies of Bennett to the oven."Of course I like having you around," I lie. Or don't lie... I'm still not quite sure how I
The phone rings."Don't answer it," Bennett hollers from the kitchen.I shake my head and pass over Pearl's chocolate blueberry muffin. I couldn't sleep last night so I came down and played for a few hours. Some people stress eat. I stress bake. And after 2 a.m. there's no telling what will come out of my oven. There are perks and problems to living above a bakery."Don't shake your head like you don't enjoy having a handsome guy like Bennett in the back of your kitchen," Pearl clucks at me a few times while she takes her seat, balancing the muffin on a dainty plate.Bennett bumps me on his way through the metal doors in an effort to get the phone before it quits ringing. "The Bakery."Pearl has a point. Bennett's answered my phone for the past two days even though I haven't had any new threatening calls. The first twenty-four hours having him constantly in my space had my nerves unraveling, but we found our groove working together. It's nice to have someone around for the he
I snort. "She told me the guest room is always available when I come to my senses and decide to marry a nice local boy." I use air quotes around "local boy" because I hadn't found any of those before I left, but that wouldn't matter to her. She pushed my brother into marrying the neighbor girl he had a play wedding with in preschool. "Worst case scenario I could go to college and get a degree in an acceptable field.""Doctor, lawyer, maybe an accountant?" Bennett ticks most of my mother's list off on his fingers while I nod at each. "Yes." He bites the side of his lips. "You're definitely not an accountant.""Accountants aren't allowed so much color." It wouldn't be me if it wasn't pink. "I enrolled in the business program at the local community college to keep her happy but quickly flunked out. I had more fun working my part-time job at this little diner in town. It was full of truckers and other riffraff. A rather tough crowd, but I loved it.""So you left the truckers, moved t
"Get down!" Bennett throws himself on top of me, and together we fall to the ground like a heavy sack of potatoes. My elbow smacks the hard tile, jarring the bone but stopping my head before it strikes the floor.From our position behind the counter, I can't see any of the action, but the sounds of glass raining on the floor and then a continued series of pops rings in my ears. Bennett positions his arm around my head in slow motion. The entire room freezes until I swear I'm able to make out each individual piece of glass making contact with the hard floor and bouncing off in the distance.And then just as quickly it all stops. The bakery is an eerie quiet except for the sound of my heart thumping against my ribcage."Are you okay?" Bennett slides off me, reaching behind him and pulling out a black gun. It's smaller than I expect a gun to be...and plastic. Nothing like the weapons you see on TV. "Stay down." He pushes my shoulder to reinforce his point.Time speeds up. Like som
The small ring I wear on my right hand catches on the fabric of my apron. I need to take it off. The once bright pink fabric is now covered with large patches of red. They're slowly becoming crusty as they dry. It's enough to make my stomach roll if I think about it. So I try not to. Instead I stare at the light blue walls of the hospital waiting room.I need to get up and throw the apron away. Find a bathroom and wash the matching color from my hands. But what I should do, what I need to do, and what I want to do are all things my body can't do in this moment. The paramedics directed me to the small waiting room off the side of the ER less than ten minutes ago. I plopped my ass in one of the uncomfortable plastic grey chairs and haven't moved since.My legs seem to have forgotten how to carry me places. Not that I know where to go if they could."Where the hell is she?" a voice booms from right outside the waiting room door.Before he receives an answer, Bennett sticks his hea