her vehicle, just in case he decided to call back.
Five minutes dragged passed and she started the SUV. Darn that Paul, always trying to get her mad over something. Well, not today, she thought. With a deep, calming breath, she started for Tristan’s house. Hopefully, breakfast will brighten her day.
Tristan glanced at the clock on the wall in his kitchen. It was almost ten. Lizzy didn’t live too far from him. The trip was ten minutes if she was driving slow, which was never. He’d just taken his frittata out of the oven and placed it on the dining room table. Okay, maybe he’d over done it a little, by making all of Lizzy’s faves, but a man had to try. Along with the egg dish, he also made pancakes, bacon, hash browns, and toast. He poured orange into glasses and added them to the table. The table looked great. In fact, if Lizzy didn’t hurry, he was going to start without her.
The doorbell rang as he placed two plates on the table. He hurried to the front door, opened it and smiled. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Korena MacDonald, stood in his doorway, smiling. She was dressed in her traditional yoga garb. Today it was a hot pink number and she had a matching pink tote bag slung over her shoulder. “I know, but I was on my way to the gym and noticed your car. Isn’t this a work day for all you crazy people?”
“Us crazy people that have regular jobs?” He motioned his younger sister inside the house. “What’s up?” He closed the door and followed her.
“I should ask you that.” She inhaled the aroma of cooked food. “Cooking on a Monday, when you should be at work. Smells like I’m just in time for quick bite.” She walked toward the dining room.
“You’re a vegan. So I’m not going to be able to help you. Everything had a face.” He grinned as his sister inspected the table. Korena had been riding the fence of veganism since she’d returned to Turners Point. She loved meat too much to make it stick, he thought. “Why are you really here?”
“My final divorce papers arrived yesterday and wondered if you could do the lawyer thing and make sure I’m not signing my life away.”
“Sure, Kori. Can I look at them later? I got a visitor coming.”
Kori glanced at the table and then back at her big brother. “Are you making up with Lizzy? About time. This has been the longest week ever.” She kissed her brother on the cheek. “I’m so glad.” She pulled a large manila folder out of her bag. “I’ll just place this in your office and I’ll be off. I have a class starting soon.” She took off for his home office.
Tristan shook his head. His sister had only been back in Turners Point for the last year. Had it only been a year when everything had imploded in their lives? His own marriage had also crashed and burned around that time as well. He was living in New York and miserable in a fifteen year marriage. Luckily, his wife decided to run off with her boss and ended the masquerade.
“Tristan,” Korena called at the front door. “I see Izzy’s Tahoe parked out front. Good luck, and try to be accommodating. Everybody has baggage. Deal with it.”
He walked toward his sister. “Yeah, I know. Brad Callahan already read me the riot act. So did Campbell.” He brushed a kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Go to your yoga class. I’ll let you know when I’m done with your papers.”
“Great. Bye.” She opened the door and left.
Tristan watched as his sister and Lizzy exchanged words and laughter before Lizzy made it to the front door and his sister to her Malibu Hybrid. Korena was always trying to save the Earth, he mused.
“Good morning, Tristan,” Lizzy said, standing in front of him.
“Good morning, Lizzy. You look beautiful. You know we’ve already seen each other this morning.” He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.