Chapter Six
He swore that Trinity could push his buttons in a way no woman ever had. Not only was she the sheriff’s daughter, but she was also a mistake that should never have happened one night the year before, with a few too many beers and a dress that was far too low cut.
Now, she’d gone to great lengths to create a lie that was spinning out of control, and worse, she was only digging herself in deeper. He’d lost count of the people he’d arrested who could lie, and every one of them had had something to hide from him.
He could hear her from the bedroom, where she was saying something to the fussy baby, a baby she didn’t even have a name for, as she changed her diaper. He took in the cabin, which was maybe five hundred square feet, tops. It was small, cozy, a place he’d never expected
