Without another word Ridge starts his truck and drives over the grass between our shared yards, stopping in his driveway. The headlights illuminate the front of his detached garage door until he turns off the truck, but he doesn't move.
"Tabitha, I want to be perfectly clear with you. When we step out of this truck, I will only accept the truth. All of it." He stares out the window waiting.
My stomach clenches and fresh tears well in my eyes. You'd think by now I'd be dry. I nod and put my hand on the door, but I don't open it or get out.
"I need to hear you say the words," he says, his eyes set on the garage.
"I promise."
The door slams as he jumps out, but I don't move. Once I leave the comfort of this truck, my ruse is finished. There's no way a guy like Ridge will get messed up wi
