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“And.” Her mother motioned with her hand for Saylor to continue.
“He told me he didn’t care what other women thought.”
Her mother sat back in her chair. Saylor didn’t like the smug look on her face one bit.
“Go ahead, say whatever it is.”
“I’d say, beloved daughter of mine, that you have finally met your match.”
Saylor rolled her eyes and groaned. “It’s just sex, Mom.”
“You keep telling yourself that.”
WHEN RAZOR CALLED the next morning to tell her that he was being discharged that afternoon and that Doc was making arrangements for her to get on the plane, Saylor rolled over and kissed Monk’s Aztec sun tattoo.
“I gotta go decorate a plane.”
He reached up and cupped her cheek with his big hand and brought her lips to his.
“God, you can kiss,” she said when he let go.
“So can you.”
Saylor got out of bed before she convinced herself otherwise.
“My mom and I are leaving today.”
Monk nodded.
“Noon flight.”
“I’ll see you later, Saylor.”
She smiled. “Yeah, see you later, Monk.”
She grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom, dressed, and left without saying another word.
She let herself into the room next door and found her mother sipping a cup of coffee, dressed, and ready to go.
“I need to shower,” she muttered, grabbing some clean clothes and slipping into their bathroom. “And before I come back out, I want you to wipe that smug look off your face.”
Twenty minutes later, her mother still looked just as pleased with herself. Saylor laughed.
“Let’s go. I need coffee, seeing as you didn’t order any for me.”
“What, no breakfast in bed today?”
“I’m not telling you anything ever again,” she said as Her Smugness rolled her suitcase past her and out the door.
“IT LOOKS BEAUTIFUL, SAYLOR,” her mother said later when they’d finished decorating the privacy room on K19’s plane.
They’d hung strands of twinkle lights in rows from the ceiling, and strewn red rose petals on the bed, per Razor’s request. The only thing left to do was put the bottle of Champagne in a bucket of ice, and that she’d ask Alegria to do when she knew Razor and Ava were on their way.
“We need to go, or we’re going to miss our flight,” she said to her mom, thankful that no one had invited them to travel home with them. She needed time away from everything K19 to get her head back into her life the way she liked it.
“Shame,” said her mother as they walked up the aisle. “I always wanted to fly on a private plane.”
“You just did a few days ago.”
