I waved to the security camera as I walked back to the kitchen area. Ridge Jefferson, the former Navy SEAL who set up his growing security business in town, actively monitored the place. He was now married to Tabitha-said apron owner-and wired most of the town and the bakery for twenty-four-hour overkill surveillance.
He had his reasons, but I still thought he'd lost his mind. The cameras were especially annoying when you were trying to be incognito and do illegal s**t. Or look at the evidence you stole from the police station before it melted. I loved Tabitha, but her husband could be a real killjoy.
I couldn't give Ridge too much s**t for his security measures. A lot of crap had gone down at the bakery over the years.
My phone rang on my way to the fridge. I propped the door open wit
