Chapter 61

Tristan gazed at them, standing a little aside, his eyes lingering over Candid’s face. She looked so much like him. Over her mother’s arm, her dark eyes met his. “Uncle Tristan,” she said, smiling. “You owe me ten bucks. I lost another tooth.”

“He’s not your bank,” Constance scolded her sister. “And he’s not even the Tooth Fairy, either.” She glanced at him and then walked away. “Going to Abby’s,” she yelled over her shoulder.

“Come home for six!” Bernie shouted back. She grabbed Candid’s bag and gave Tristan a probing look. “See what I mean? Think about it. Before she figures it out on her own and we lose her trust.”

“Yes…I’ll talk to her. Just need to figure out how and when.” Tristan pulled Candid’s hat down over her face. “And you, you’ll get your money, don’t you worry.” He kissed her laughing face. “You’re worse than my creditors.”

“Credi—what?”

“Never mind.” Tristan squeezed her shoulder through her big puffy coat. “I love you.”