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pushed the folder halfway across the desk. “Do you want to read it?”
     
     
    Would it mention Harper’s cheating? She didn’t want to know if last night was the first time or if it had been going on their entire marriage. All those months ago, Faith had been right when she claimed she didn’t want to know if Connor was cheating on her. She wanted to believe in him. She’d made the right choice.
     
     
    Trinity would have chosen the same. If her father had given her the folder six months ago, she wouldn’t have believed. She might even have resented Daddy. She certainly would have given Harper a chance to prove the background check wrong.
     
     
    But there were no second chances now. Her husband had brought that woman into their home. He’d made love to her in their shower. He’d called her baby .
     
     
    “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get one thin dime, sweetie.”
     
     
    Not even a thick one. “Thank you, Daddy.”
     
     
    She was free. Her marriage could be swept under the rug as if it had never happened. As if she’d never made a bad choice. She could go back to being . . . what, Daddy’s little girl?
     
     
    “Don’t think about him another second. He isn’t worth it.”
     
     
    No. He wasn’t. But how much was she worth now?
     
     
    Will the real Trinity Green please stand up?
     
     
    She didn’t know who she was anymore. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She certainly couldn’t go back to her lackadaisical debutante days.
     
     
    She thought of Scott Sinclair’s card still in her purse. He wasn’t an answer, either.
     
     
    She needed to do something big. She needed purpose.
     
     
    “Daddy, have you got a job opening I can fill?”
     
     
    “SO I want to say I’m sorry for running out early from your baby shower, but my headache is totally gone. Completely.”
     
     
    At least it would be as soon as Trinity had the divorce papers. Daddy’s lawyer had started drawing them up right after she talked to her father this afternoon. It did have the flavor of her being a little girl who needed to be taken care of instead of a grown woman who could take care of herself. But Daddy had the contacts. It made sense to let his people handle it. This would be the last time, though. Starting next Monday, a week away, she’d have a job. She’d do everything for herself. She’d make her father proud of her.
     
     
    “Don’t be silly, Trin.” Faith closed the blinds over her big kitchen window, shutting out the late-January night, then reached for the boiling kettle. “You don’t need to apologize for having a headache.” She poured three cups of tea. “Josie, I forget, do you like sugar and milk?”
     
     
    Josie was Faith’s cousin, second or third or something. A year or so younger than Faith, they’d never been close until she got married. They were as different as night and day, too. Faith was on the short side with gorgeous hair the perfect shade of red, while Josie was at least as tall as Trinity, with dark brown hair cut fairly short, though in the last couple of months she’d been letting it grow a bit. Faith had been Trinity’s best friend almost their whole lives, most especially since they were in the seventh grade. Josie was a new friend, but fast becoming a close one. She was funny and cool and easy to be around. She never got worked up, or at least it took a lot to get her miffed. Being around Faith and Josie was . . . relaxing. Although today, with what Trinity had to reveal, it might not be so restful.
     
     
    “Can I have a soda?” Josie made a face. “You know, I never told you I hate tea.”
     
     
    “Gosh, I have water, milk, or juice. That’s it.” Faith had stopped drinking soda almost right after she got pregnant. She didn’t want the baby hooked on sugar in the womb.
     
     
    Josie chose milk, and they all settled around Faith’s kitchen table. Three months ago Faith and Connor had moved into the cutest house in a nice suburb not too