"I look forward to seeing you next Sunday, Tabitha." Mary, who insisted I call her Aunt Mary, gives me a shoulder squeeze and leaves out Ridge's back door.
"She's nice," I say jumping up to sit on his counter.
Ridge stops, the dirty plate in his hand held at a sideways angle, and laughs. "Aunt Mary? She's horrible. Riley's senior prom she told his date she looked like a whore."
"What?" It doesn't sound like dear sweet Aunt Mary at all.
"Babe, she was nice to you because she liked you."
"She was nice before I said two words to her."
Ridge shrugs and puts another plate in the dishwasher. "Don't question it. With Aunt Mary's approval, you have everyone's approval. She runs this family and lets none of us forget it."
The next plate he grabs from the back of the counter is mine. The pile
