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“You said no one knew.”

“That’s right.”

“Diesel didn’t know?”

“Negative.”

“That doesn’t thrill me. If he didn’t know you were here, I guess that explains how Cliff was able to get so close.”

Given Monk’s scowl, he agreed.

She studied him. “If that’s all you have to tell me, you should leave.” Saylor pushed the chair back and stood.

Monk grasped her wrist and pulled her back down. “Please.”

“Please, what, Monk?” She weaved her fingers in her hair and rested her elbows on the table. “I can’t do this.”

He put his hand on her arm. “Look at me.”

She turned her head. “If you have something else to say, say it. I’m finished talking.”

Monk looked into her eyes long enough that she was certain he was going to remain silent. Just as she went to stand a second time, he cleared his throat.

“There isn’t anyone I trust with your safety.” He leaned forward. “Not Diesel, not anyone.”

“Not my brother?”

“Not your brother. And before you say anything, I can guarantee you that he’d say the same thing about Ava.”

Saylor knew Monk was right; Razor wouldn’t be able to let go of control when it came to the safety of his pregnant wife and child.

“What will happen to Cliff?”

“He violated the terms of his parole, which means he should go back to prison.”

“Should?”

“I believe Razor is working with the sheriff’s department to get him picked up.”

“I don’t like living this way.”

Monk nodded. “We have things between us that need to be worked out.”

Saylor stood, and this time, Monk didn’t try to stop her. She walked over and looked out the kitchen window. “My friend Poppy said we should be forced to live on a deserted island for a month where we’d have to communicate in order to stay alive.”

Monk stood too, reached out, and touched her cheek. “I like the deserted island part.”

She turned around to look at him. “To be honest, so do I.”

“I have a question for you.”

“If you’re going to ask why I didn’t tell you that I was getting my pilot’s license, I don’t have an answer.”

“Try, Saylor.”

“Sorry to bring up Poppy again, but she asked if the reason I didn’t tell you about flying was because I was afraid you’d try to talk me out of it.”

“Why would you think I would do that?”

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