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names.
What she won’t love is the fact the first person I need to question is her
mother.
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Tizzy knew it was silly but curiosity got the best of her.
What kind of woman comes on to a married man? A skank. A slutty, skanky,
white-trash, morals of a dog, lower-than-low, floozy. Sitting in front of her
monitor, she jerked the mouse across the desk and logged in to her Facebook
account. She bounced her leg and grimaced. Caller ID provided Vienna’s last
name and Tizzy wanted to get a peek at the sausage slut that wanted Ridge’s
sausage.
    There she is! Vienna Daniels. V.D. Tizzy couldn’t help but
laugh. Even the woman’s initials were morally unfit. With one little click, her
picture popped onto the screen. Hmmm, average at best. Early thirties. Big
hair. Makeup too heavy. A little on the plump side.
    Tizzy leaned back in the chair, folded her arms and studied
the image. This is stupid. Why be jealous of a woman who posed no threat? But
at the same time, she understood the tramp’s strategy: Call Ridge’s wife; get
her mad enough to accuse him, which in turn leads to an argument. He gets angry
and runs into her waiting arms for comfort. Oh, Vienna, you have a lot to
learn. Tizzy smiled. She was truthful when she told Ridge she wasn’t mad at
him. But she was sure as hell mad at the potted slut. She forced the thought
from her mind. Anger management therapy could come later. Right now, the bakery
needed her.
     
    ~~*~~
     
    At one-thirty, Ridge strode into Sweet Thangs and made a
beeline for Tizzy. He gave her a peck on the cheek and slid onto a stool. “Hey
Darlin’, I see y’all are closed for a party, but can I get something to eat?”
    She swirled a rag across the counter and the corners of her
mouth curled into a grin. “Sure. Vienna on a stick okay?”
    He cocked his head and arched his brows. “Funny. Very
funny.”
    “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She kissed him back. “You want
chicken salad and lemonade tea?”
    “Perfect.” He leaned his head toward the kitchen where the
sisters were busy with preparation. “Pattiecake, can we talk a minute?”
    She wiped her hands on her apron and joined him at the counter,
sliding onto the stool next to him. “This about Jay Roy?”
    “Yeah. They found a Sweet Thangs box at the crime scene,
filled with strawberries, so I’m guessing Jay Roy paid a visit to the bakery.”
    “No. A guy I’d never seen before made the purchase and asked
me to deliver them to Jay Roy.”
    Ridge pulled his brows together. “Not the answer I
expected.”
    “It was strange.” Pattiecake began to straighten all the
condiments within her reach. She placed the salt and pepper shakers together,
then adjusted the packages of artificial sweeteners. “He brought in a bottle of
R&R Whiskey to go with the order. I stated our delivery fee and asked if he
wanted to include a card.” She aligned the napkins in their holder. “He
declined, added a hefty tip and paid in cash.”
    “What time did you take them?”
    She picked up a menu, located a smudge, and rubbed it off
with her finger. “I ran out there just before five.”
    Ridge made a notation in his spiral and looked around to
locate Tizzy. She eyed him from the other side of the kitchen pass-through. He
shifted on his stool. “Was Jay Roy home?”
    “Yes, but he didn’t say a word about the delivery. He
offered a tip, but I told him it was taken care of, so he thanked me and sent
me on my way.”
    “Didn’t even make small talk? Didn’t comment about your old
classmates coming into town for the girl’s reunion?”
    Tizzy set the plate in front of her husband so hard the
china clinked against the counter. “She said he didn’t say anything. Stop
badgering her.”
    “Marjorie Louise!” Pattiecake scolded. “It’s fine if he asks
me questions.”
    Ridge winced. Anytime a mother used a kid’s full name, they
meant business.
    Tizzy glared at him, then shrank back and placed the tea
next to his