you had recently moved from Dallas working as a waitress in a well known restaurant to a small island called little bridge, where you now worked as a children's librarian. You had just gotten this job at the end of December and so badly wanted to do cookie decorating. So you baked gender natural ginger bread cookies. So the parents wouldn't get mad or upset about anything.

As you helped the little boys and girls a mother pulled you aside, something about how the stall in the girls restroom was locked and no one was inside. Though you didn't get paid to do this you know if you didn't do it then it wouldn't get done.

As you walked into the bathroom, you noticed some white frosting on your black blouse and some even in you're hair. You groaned and began checking all the stalls until you got to the last one which was locked. You knocked

"Hello? Im just checking if you're alright"

You spoke until you heard shuffling. You sighed and got on your hands and knees and unlocked the door from the inside, only to see a newborn baby in the trashbag box. You never thought you would have to call the police for a child..

That's where John comes in. He moved from New York as a detective with his daughter Katie cause of a divorce from Katie's mother and because he got the chance to be the youngest sheriff in little bridge.

He made his way to the bathroom, which he saw you holding the new born to keep it warm as an EMT max and his crew checked the baby before loading it into the back of the ambulance. That's when John walked up to you

"Can I have a word with you, Ms?.. Ma'am?"

His voice was dark, deep, and husky.