You're Busting My Nuptials (Tizzy/Ridge Trilogy Book 2) by Ann Everett Page B

know.”
    Tizzy locked her eyes on Ramona, and decided to tell her the truth. “I think Gwynn performed at my fiancé’s bachelor party—and now he’s missing.”
    Ramona jumped up, threw her hands in the air. “Omigod, omigod, omigod! No, no, no. What am I gonna do? She promised me she’d never do this again. She’s run off with your man.”

Chapter Fifteen
     
    A half-hour later, the girls returned to the van. Tizzy leaned her head against the back of her seat and took a deep breath. The stripper missing was a surprise. She ’d never considered that. She’d assumed once she found the dancer, she’d find out what happened to Ridge.
    Rayann reached over and placed her hand on Tizzy’s shoulder. “I know how it sounds, Gwynn and Ridge go missing at the same time, but you can’t start having doubts now. Ridge wouldn’t leave you for some stripper.”
    Tizzy covered her face with her hands and tried to keep the quiver from her voice, but failed. “That’s not what I’m thinking.”
    “Then what?” Synola asked.
    “Gwynn helped someone take Ridge and then she knew too much. What if they’re both . . . ?” She stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
    “C’mon, Tiz, this is no time to get negative,” Rayann said.
    Tizzy pulled herself together. “You’re right.” She scanned the area looking for Jinx, and even though he was nowhere in sight, she could hear him breathing in her ear bud.
    That made her think of Ridge and the way he nipped at the curve of her neck, whispered erotic things in her ear, his lips hot against her skin. She felt a little strange about Jinx being the catalyst for all that heat.
    She twisted in her seat to get a view of both passengers. “Let’s review what Ramona told us.”
    “She didn’t tell us much of anything we didn’t already know,” Synola said. “She hasn’t seen Gwynn since last Friday and assumes she has run away with Ridge.”
    “We did find out what kind of car she’s driving, so that’s something,” Rayann said. “Since you insisted on helping Ramona report Gwynn missing, the cops will put out an All-Points Bulletin for her.”
    Tizzy understood Ramona’s reluctance to file a missing person’s report. Once she did, she admitted there was a chance Gwynn wouldn’t come back. Tizzy felt the same way about taking her wedding dress off. “Poor Ramona, she keeps thinking Gwynn is going to show up.”
    “What’s our next move?” Synola asked.
    Tizzy couldn’t think. So much needed to be done, and the guilt of spending so little time with Gracie exhausted her. She needed to go over all of Ridge’s case files. She’d intended to search the lake, but finding Gwynn took precedence.
    Synola’s voice pulled her back to reality. “Did you hear me, Tizzy? What’s our next move?”
    “I’m sorry, I was thinking about something else. Tomorrow, I’m going to arrange for someone to drag the lake in the area of the Big Eddy.”
    “Why drag the lake if you think Ridge is still alive?” Rayann asked.
    “I can’t say why. I feel almost compelled to drag it. I’ve had this nagging feeling ever since Annie Mae mentioned the Big Eddy. There’s a clue there. Call it woman’s intuition.” Tizzy wiped her hands across her face. “All I know is I have to do it. But right now, let’s go home. I’m worn out.” Tizzy rolled the engine over and backed out of the alley. She glanced in her rearview mirror to check for Jinx and saw a set of headlights come on down the block and ease into the lane behind her.
    She took a left on Vine Street and the car followed. Before she reached the next street, Jinx spoke to her . “You see him?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Weave through the neighborhood. Let’s see if he follows. If he does, when you get to Beckham, hang a right. Go to Front Street, turn north, and head to the interstate. I’ll take care of him.”
    “Okay.”
    Rayann looked over at Tizzy. “What was Jinx saying?”
    “Don’t panic, but we have