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“Settle down. No, I’m not. I’m just saying I can’t do it.”
There’d been a time, not long after her divorce was final, when Razor sat her down and told her all the reasons why getting involved with any one of the guys he worked with would be a terrible idea.
She’d hit right back at him, saying that his breed of egotistical alpha protectors held no interest for her whatsoever. Stupid famous last words.
“They’re all just so hot. You know what I mean?”
Saylor smiled and nodded. “It’s a powerful combination. They’re mysterious, all of them are ripped like bodybuilders, and they protect the world from the bad guys. Hard not to fall for one of them.”
“I would’ve bet a million dollars your brother would never get married.”
“I would’ve been right there with you.”
“But he did. Some of them do, right? Do you think you and Monk—”
“No! Whatever you’re about to ask, the answer is a resounding no. In fact, when he does come back—if he comes back—I’m going to tell him I’m not interested in seeing him anymore.”
“Good luck with that.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’d be lying, because you are interested in seeing him. Maybe just tell him you’re not built for the life your brother lives. That would be closer to the truth.”
Saylor thought about her friend’s suggestion. It was a valid point. If she lied at all, Monk would pick up on it.
“How are the doodlebugs?”
She sighed. She wasn’t the only one who missed Monk. They did too. Instead of constantly asking when they could visit “Aunt Ava,” they now asked when he’d be back. Two days ago, she’d snapped at them about it, and ended up in tears over it after they’d gone to bed.
“They miss him. Ask about him all the time.”
“What do you tell them?”
“I thought about telling them he wasn’t coming back, but I decided I’d probably go to hell for it. So I just told them I didn’t know.”
“You miss him too, Saylor.”
She took a sip of her wine, wondering if she should’ve ordered something stronger.
“It doesn’t matter. Either way, this thing ends. He has no reason to spend time in Yachats.”
“He doesn’t?”
Saylor shook her head. “None whatsoev
er.”
“Then what is he doing here?”
“What?”
When Poppy motioned over Saylor’s head, she turned around. Yep, Monk was standing right behind her.
“Hi.”
“Hi, Saylor.”
“Excuse me,” said Poppy.
