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“Yeah?”
“Something Burns has been working on.”
“Anything you need me to do?”
“Touch base with him and ask.”
“Roger that.” Burns Butler, Doc Butler’s father was a technological wizard. Monk couldn’t wait to see what the man had come up with this time.
Monk reached the top of the stairs at the same time there was a knock on the front door. He walked over and opened it when he saw it was Saylor.
“Where’s Aunt Ava?” her two girls shrieked as they ran past him.
“Hi,” said Saylor. “They couldn’t wait.”
“Hi,” said Monk, stepping aside so she could come in.
“Going somewhere?” she asked, looking down at the bag he was carrying.
“Bedroom down the hall.”
“Okay, well, nice to see you.”
Saylor walked by, not making eye contact.
“See you later, Saylor,” he murmured. She didn’t turn around, but from where he stood, he could see the flush that pinkened her cheeks. He’d seen it before and knew he’d see it again.
He carried his bag down the hall, tossed it into the bedroom, and walked back out and into the kitchen.
“Is that Monk?” Ava asked, looking up from where she sat braiding Sierra’s hair like she’d done to Savannah’s.
“What would you like, Ava?”
“Whatever you’re making. I’m starving. If you don’t mind, that is. I know you’re not here to cook for us.”
He looked through the contents of the refrigerator and then the pantry. There wasn’t a lot of fresh food in the house, but he could probably whip something together without it. He pulled out a box of linguine, a few cans of clams, and a bottle of white wine. There was minced garlic in the refrigerator and some lemon juice.
“Razor wasn’t kidding when he said you were a chef.”
Monk turned around and found Saylor sitting at the kitchen bar.
“I enjoy cooking.”
“It looks that way. Do you need anything? My house is two doors down.”
He knew where it was. In fact, he knew a lot more about Saylor Sharp-Davis than either she or her brother would probably like.
“I can make do.”
She shrugged and walked back over to where Ava sat with the two girls.
He heard one of them ask if they could have a sleepover with Ava, but Saylor quickly shot the idea down. “Maybe another time when Uncle Razor is feeling a bit better.”
He didn’t hear either argue. He liked that.
He shook his head as a sudden urge to take her in his arms and feel her soft lips on his came over him.
“Do you have any fresh herbs?” he asked from the kitchen doorway.
