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“Corazón.”
Monk nodded absentmindedly. “Never met him.”
“Her. Sofia “Corazón” Descanso.”
“Never met her either.”
Onyx laughed. “You will in a few minute
s. She’s waiting at the hanger.”
“I thought there were only two cabins in the back.”
“You are slow as shit on the uptake tonight, man.”
“You and Corazón…”
“Yeah, me and Corazón. And I gotta tell you, if there was ever a night I could use the comfort found in the arms of a hot Latino woman, it’s tonight.”
Monk understood. At least needing the comfort found in the arms of a woman. If there had been any way for him to be in Yachats tonight, he would’ve done so. What he would’ve done once he got there, he would’ve had to figure out.
Saylor’s no-PDA-or-sleepovers rule was still fully in effect, so sneaking into her bed would’ve been out of the question. Calling her in the middle of the night to come to him would’ve been equally so.
Monk scrubbed his face with his hand. No matter what either of them had said going in, the bottom line was he and Saylor were both in way deep. But he couldn’t see himself walking away any more than he could see her doing so.
14
“It isn’t that I like it when Monk isn’t here, but the truth is, I do get a lot more of your attention,” said Poppy, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
“When did this popcorn obsession start?”
“What do you mean? I’ve always liked popcorn.”
Saylor rolled her eyes. “You bring a bag with you every time you come over. You used to bring a bottle of wine.”
“Shit.” Poppy looked over her shoulder and waited for Sierra or Savannah to holler at her, but neither did. “I left the wine out in the car.”
She ran out and came back in, carrying a chilled bottle of red. “I guess we’ll have to let this warm up a bit.”
Saylor poured a glass of the wine she already had open. “Will a Pinot do?”
“I’m not picky. You know this.” Poppy took another handful of popcorn. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“No idea, but wherever he went, he isn’t alone. My brother went MIA right about the time Monk had to leave.”
“Don’t you get curious?”
“At times I wonder where he is, but I don’t think it’s out of curiosity.”
“What is it, then?”
Saylor shrugged. “I don’t know…I guess curiosity is as good a word as any.”
“You miss him.”
She reached into her friend’s bowl and tossed a handful of kernels at her. “Don’t go there.”
“I have to live vicariously through you since no guy I’ve met interests me as much as Portland guy.”
