* Ridge *
I stop in front of Anessa's propped open bakery door, my head shaking. Does no one around here think of any future risks? Tabitha left early this morning and has been here helping Anessa with opening day prep. I don't like it. The doctors told her to rest for two weeks and it's been thirteen days. The woman doesn't listen to anyone.
"Anyone here?" I yell into the open bakery walking a few steps in.
Holy s**t. The place is covered in pink. It's like a girly paradise. The walls are bright pink with other girly colored chairs and even a couch. With throw pillows. No self-respecting man would hang out here. I shouldn't be seen in here. The s**t I do for Tabitha. This is worse than chasing after her ex-boyfriend.
"I'll be right there," Tabitha's voice comes from the back kitchen.
