Tristan chuckled awkwardly. "Miracles do still exist." He wasn't about to relate to her Pippa's background and the story about hiring her. Though he trusted his sister, there was a murderer on the loose and the less people knew in general the better.

He leaned over and put some milk in his tea, before picking up his cup and stirring. She still hadn't told him what she was here for, or how long she would be here. This was really bad timing. They had Mr. Fraiser in the spare bedroom, and more importantly, the home might be a target. "How have you been, Pen? And how are the others?"