Twenty-Five
Even though Tristan was doing much better, Toni insisted on taking him to his next follow-up appointment with Dr. Finnegan.
“Any headaches?” Ian asked Tristan as he examined the nearly healed site where he’d drilled a small keyhole to perform the endoscopic surgery.
“Only when my little sister insists on coming to my damn appointment,” he grumbled.
Toni made a face at him.
“It’s always helpful to have a family member with you,” Ian said absently. “Two heads are better than one. Especially after—“
“After one head got a hole cut into it?” Tristan finished dryly.
“That’s not…well, yes.”
Toni hid a smile at poor Ian’s discomfort. He had a heart of gold, but didn’t always phrase things in the usual way. He was an unusual person, after all, much like Chrissie was. They really
