The room grows silent as we ponder the suggestion.Katy is the first to talk. "I have a plan." Excitement bubbles up around her words."Shhhhh." Tabitha waves her hands in front of her. "We need to make sure they can't hear us. Turn the radio on.""The cameras are all at the exits. They can't hear us," I promise her.She lifts an eyebrow in my direction. "After last night you're sure about that?"Maybe not.I keep a small boom box in the kitchen for those early mornings and late nights when I'm here alone. I like to listen and bake. Twisting the volume button to the far right, I crank up the today's top hits channel I prefer.We stand around, looking at one another, waiting for someone to make the first move."Don't look suspicious. If Ridge does have a camera we have to act super busy."I rip off two oversized chunks of dough and toss one to each of them."Okay, it's simple." Katy leans over the table looking mighty conspiratorial. "This Frankie guy never got his m
A bird flies over my head. At least I hope it's a bird and not a bat or some other crazy Maine creature. Don't they have chupacabras here? Or is it Bigfoot?Oh my God.What if it's both?Or worse, some weird combination between the two. Like if Bigfoot fell in love with the chupacabra and had a baby.Chupafoot."I don't know what you're thinking, but stop freaking yourself out!" Katy yells from her hiding spot inside the little church on the north side of Pelican Bay.Sunday morning this place sounded like a great location for a public meeting with a mobster. It's bright, sunny, there's churchgoers. Tuesday night at eleven pm when the entire town is deserted, it doesn't feel like such a great idea anymore.Frankie insisted on meeting me himself and because he was out of town for two days, we had to push back our meeting until now. This was the first time he was available. Otherwise I never would have agreed to it.I still shouldn't have agreed to it.The spotlight on
We pass the tree line and Frankie lets out a deep breath like he's relaxing, which only make me nervous. Well more nervous. I was already a ball of nerves before he got out of the car. We walk for a few feet in silence. The paved trail is clear of any debris, so there's no small branches snapping or leaves crinkling like you normally find when you're in scary situations. The wind isn't even blowing."So..." I search for anything to say. There are too many thoughts going on in my mind. If we're talking, it's easier to pretend we're two friends on a stroll rather than the Big Bad Wolf leading me to my demise. All I'm missing is the red cape and basket of goodies."I thought the mob was dead." Immediately after putting the period at the end of the sentence, my brain catches up with the words.Stupid Anessa. I don't know how guys in the mob feel about being referenced as "a guy in the mob". Are we both supposed to pretend like we don't know?Thankfully rather than pointing a gun an
"Let's go, babe," Dom says when Frankie makes it far enough down the path he's turned the corner and we can no longer see his back. The man stared down at least six bikers holding guns on him and then turned and walked away like he wasn't worried. He strolled out of here without a care in the world.Ridge is not going to like this.Dom stalks off in the woods not looking back to make sure I'm following him. I do anyway. A woods full of bikers and mobsters is not the place I want to be after dark. I'd like to live to celebrate the Fourth of July holiday. Maybe see that reenactment.He and a few guys who follow stop next to a small group of dirt bikes. "Something you want to tell me about?" he asks pushing up the kickstand."Not really." I have a feeling I'm in enough trouble with someone already.He shakes his head, pushing the bike a few steps ahead. "You meeting Frankie Zanetti in the woods by yourself in the middle of the night can't be good.""I wasn't alone. Tabitha and
Bennett turns an unexpected way at the corner leading me to ask, "Where we going?""The bakery." It's a short gruff answer."I left Tabitha and Katy at the church. Are they okay?" I ask.Bennett huffs. "Ridge has it handled."Katy drove us to the church, but I have a feeling Bennett's definition of handled it doesn't mean Katy is giving Tabitha a ride home. Not that I expect him to give me the full details. Speaking of things he hasn't answered. "How did you know where I was?"He turns a corner. "Don't worry about it."It's not the answer I wanted, but I guess it will have to do because I'm not ready to ask him for any more details. If Ridge knows Tabitha is at the church, that's the most important part.In the early morning hours Main Street is dark, the streetlights illuminating bare sidewalks. Bennett pulls his truck into a space next to my car in the back parking lot and shuts off the engine."Are you coming in the bakery?" I'd expected him to drop me off out front
I try to look innocent. "But not a roving biker gang."He doesn't laugh at my joke. "You deserve a spanking. But if that's not your thing, I understand."Is it my thing? I lift a single shoulder. "Will it hurt?""Only if you want it to." He curls one of his fingers silently telling me to come closer.I do, but only a step, thinking about my answer. "I don't think I want it to hurt, too much."When I get halfway to him, Bennett reaches out, grabs my hand, and pulls me the rest of the way. His lips ghost across my earlobe. "Lean over the table.""Right now?" My nervousness grows and I try to hide it behind the smile while heat pools in my core. I thought maybe we'd schedule it for next week. Scared and a little bit nervous, my body yells at me to get next to the table and lean my ass over."There's no better time than the present." Bennett places a hand on my shoulder turning my body to the table.I take over the rest for him leaning my upper body across the table, my arm
The angry beeping from my phone fills the tiny little space I use as a bedroom.Bennett groans and rolls over, wrapping his arm across my chest. "What is that noise?""It's time to make the doughnuts," I say cheerfully trying to imitate the commercials. But after only an hour of sleep, I fail miserably.I have to start making more money so I can hire more help. Someone who likes mornings. And baking.Bennett rolls to his back, his hand flopping on the side the bed. "What time is it?""5 a.m.""Fuck. I have to get home. I'm going to owe Dolores so much money for staying the night. And I'll have to call in to Ridge since I have no one to watch Liam today."Bennett sounds as defeated as I am tired. It can't be an easy job being thrown into full-time dad lifestyle. If possible my heart simultaneously breaks and yet fills with love and respect for the man lying next to me. There's so much talk about single moms out there but what about the single dads? The one beside me is doi
Tabitha walks the little plate to the table where Bennett dropped Liam's backpack and sits down to help him get arranged into his chair. She pulls out a single napkin from the dispenser placed in the windowsill because Pearl doesn't like it taking up her tabletop. It's a good thought, but I'm pretty sure we'll need a lot more napkins by the time he's done. I have nightmares about the last time he ate chocolate around me and cleaning it off with sea water.It takes him longer than I expected to finish off both of his sweets. Twenty minutes later he finishes the second, his body pumped full of sugar as he scribbles frantically in his coloring book. Tabitha took him to the back to color on my prep table to contain the jitters when we worried he'd knock over his chair from all the bouncing. His lifetime supply of cookies may be regulated to one a day from here on out.I will forever look at doughnuts in a completely new way from this point on. They are no longer chocolatey goodness, bu