Chapter 32
Cianne used her shoulder to nudge her front door open. She used her knee to hold and stabilize the box under her arm as she shimmied over the threshold. With her keys and a heavy bag in one hand, she dipped and lifted the three bags off the porch with her other hand, and placed them just inside the door. With everything inside she dropped the bags and her keys to the floor and reached for her ringing cell phone.
"Hello," she said, winded and tired. She used her foot to slide the bags further inside so she could shut and lock the front door.
"Cianne, what's wrong?"
She smiled at Tristan's brotherly concern for her safety. "Nothing's wrong," she said, trying to slow her breathing. "How's New York?"
Tristan exhaled then said something under his breath.
Wow, she thought, he must have really been worried.
When Tristan spoke again the tension was gone in his voice. "Cold," he said, laughing. "I called you earlier. Did you get my message?"