The Holiday Bride, Chapter 1
Why was it that her phone always rang exactly when the baby went down?
Trinity raced across her cabin in her flannel pajamas and socks. Her cell phone, which she had forgotten to mute, was lit up on the butcher-block counter in the tiny kitchen, ringing like a fire alarm.
“Ah, s**t!” she muttered and winced as she stubbed her toe on the leg of a stool she hadn’t pushed in. She landed on the phone before it could ring a third time. “Hello?” she whispered, putting all the pissed-off tone she could muster into the word. She stared at the open door to the only bedroom, through which she could just make out the crib. Time stood still as she waited for the cry.
“Whoa, geez, did I wake you?”
It was Dawn, her sister.
Trinity pressed her hand to her chest, over th
