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“No.”
“Children?”
He smiled. “Before I met your girls, I would’ve said that kids don’t like me.”
“Come back to the house with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll ask more questions.”
—:—
Monk followed on his motorcycle, stopping in the driveway when Saylor pulled her Jeep into the garage.
“There’s room for your bike,” she said, motioning with her hand.
He started the motorcycle back up and pulled into the open space.
“What is it?” she asked when he climbed off and set his helmet on the seat.
“A Ducati Scrambler.”
“I like it.”
Monk followed her inside.
“Wine?”
“I’m good.”
“Mind if I have a glass?”
“Not at all,” he said, taking the bottle from her hand to open it.
“I can do that.”
Monk nodded. “I like doing things for you.”
He followed Saylor out onto the deck, lit the fire pit, and sat down next to her on the outdoor sofa. She snuggled against him when he put his arm around her. He closed his eyes, remembering how he felt only a half-hour ago, thinking that he might never feel her body against his again.
She reached up and put her hand on his heart, as though she knew he was re-experiencing the pain.
“Was your mother your only family?”
Monk opened his eyes and looked out at the water. “I had a sister.”
Saylor sat up, turning so she faced him. “You said that at the hospital. I forgot. What happened to her?”
There were very few people who knew the story, and it was a long time since he’d told it. He took a deep breath. “Men broke into the house, probably to rob it. They found her in the kitchen, and they killed her.”
Saylor put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest like she had before. “I’m so sorry,
Monk.”
He put his hand on her arm. “I need to show you something.”
She sat up. “Okay.”
