Chapter 188: Blisters

True to Christopher’s word, about a minute after they followed the red Mini-Cooper out of the Good Time Charlie’s parking lot, they were pulling up behind Ross’s black pick-up truck. It was parked on the street in front of a butter-yellow two-story Victorian house accented with white gingerbread trim crowning a wide wrap-around porch. An elegantly-lettered sign hung near the road proclaiming Christopher Baker, MD, General Practice in curled gold script.

Christopher parked the Mini-Cooper beneath the carport beside the house, and he and Ross headed toward the front door.

“Can ye make it?” Angus asked as he opened Anna’s door.

“Of course I can,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “You guys are all making too much out of this.”