All Chapters of Pelican Bay Security: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I shake my head. "No, I left another message, but no one called back." I can fill out my time off paperwork online and I'm not in a super rush since I don't qualify for anything yet, but I'd be happier if I talked to someone. Maybe Nate will drive me over there in a couple of days. Let me get out of the house and smell fresh air.In reality I should be ready to go back to work in a few days. I'm getting around with my crutches much better and as long as I keep my foot propped up during the day, I'll be okay. There's been no major swelling today. My bruises went from blackish to a weird green hue. I'm down to just using Advil as a pain pill. But I'm also in no rush because I fear that going working again means an end to having Nate around as often. If I'm able to work, why would he need to be here assisting me?Watching the towering man was his tight T-shirts and his big open smile care for Emma are images I hope I've seared into my brain. He's so gentle with her. And me.Yesterda

The smart phone, my link to the outside world, balances precariously on the arm of the couch. It only takes a few quick text messages with Winnie and we have a solution to the problem on the way. Having a friend who works at the bakery comes in handy.The metal spatula scrapes against the pan as Nate does his best to chip away the blackened cookies hiding in the kitchen trash while I stare at him from the entryway.It makes me stupid, but I can't help the way my thoughts are changing for Nate. The first few days he was an intruder into my home driving me insane, but there's this other part of him. The sweet part. I know the way we've been acting as a couple today has all been a show for my mother, but a part of me wishes it were true.I'm worried I'm falling in love.Which is absolutely ridiculous. First, I promised myself I'd never fall in love again. Second, I've only known the man like a hot minute. He could still be a serial killer and I wouldn't even know. Third...I don't

He spent last night with me, but again we didn't do much sleeping. It's not Emma who gets a say. It's me. Do I want Nate to spend the night again?I debate for less than a minute before I answer. "No, I don't think Emma would care if you spent the night. In fact, I think she'd like it."Let's hope he picks up that I'm Emma. She's two. Unless he sprouted red hair all over his body and started talking like Elmo, she won't notice anything.He slows the car when the speed limit lowers. "Do you want me to spend the night?"I fight the smile that threatens to break, but lose. "Yes. I think I do.""Once you decide if that's a yes or no, let me know." He smiles, pulling into a parking spot in front of the bakery.He has to know I want him to stay, but just in case, I play along for longer. Not to string him along meanly but to build up the anticipation.As soon as I open the door to the bakery, it's obvious something is off. Not only is there a charge in the atmosphere, but three

"I'm letting myself in."I walk out to the living room and find Winnie standing at the dining room table taking off her shoes."Oh, you haven't left?" Winnie asks. "Huxley left about ten minutes ago."Nate steps behind me and passes off Emma to my waiting arms. She rubs her eyes groggily, not a morning person today. "Shit, I have to go."He pulls on Emma's pigtail and gives us each a kiss on the forehead before almost running out the door as he grabs a set of keys from the kitchen table on his way."Long night?" Winnie asks with one eyebrow a little higher on her face and a smirk written across her lips.I sputter and shake my head no. "We we're just talking.""Uh-huh. Huxley and I did a lot of talking when we first met, too."Emma reaches out for Winnie, and surprisingly she takes her without a second thought."If you will hold her for a second, I will get some breakfast around.""No problem," Winnie says, bouncing Emma on her hip and talking to her in a baby voice

"Why not?" I ask.Her eyes widen and she pleads for something with them, but I don't know what. Drugs go to the police. That is the rule. "My reputation can't handle it. We're already known as the Bakery Bandits. What will Pearl say?"I roll my eyes, but when I get a flash of Winnie, she seems concerned too."Huxley will never let me hear the end of this. We need to call somebody and get a handle on this situation.""You guys, there's a storage unit full of drugs. We need the police.""No," Katy says, her eyes now bright. "I have a plan. We'll call Tabitha.""Tabitha?" I ask, confused. What does she have to do with this? Are they smuggling drugs in the bakery? It would make more sense with the name, but I can't see Ridge dating a drug smuggler.I'm clueless, but Winnie nods her head like she's following along. "That's a good idea. We'll take the drugs and put them in the back of the car and drive them to Tabitha. She'll know what to do."Okay, now I'm starting to worry.