Trinity’s New Hobby
Trinity heard Colton’s key in the door, then him calling out. “Hey, Trinity, I’m home!”
“In here,” she said, continuing to concentrate on what she was doing, her hands moving methodically, rhythmically.
Footsteps on the wooden floor, then his voice again, closer. “What, not meeting me at the door? Flinging yourself into my arms and welcoming me home, sexy style?”
“I’m not doing anything until I’ve finished this row,” she said without looking up.
Colton tutted. “What are you doing, anyway? Crochet? Did an alien steal you away and replace you with a granny who looks exactly like you?” He moved around the sofa and dropped down next to her.
“Hey! Watch it! You nearly made me drop a stitch.” Clutching extra hard at her needles, she inspected the work carefully to make
