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Monk nodded. “I know.”
“How serious—”
Monk held up his hand, and Razor stopped talking.
“None of my business, is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes. What your sister does is her business.”
“You understand if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
Monk nodded. “If I learned anyone had, I’d kill them too.”
“What about Sierra and Savannah? They’re a package deal.”
Monk stared out at the ocean. “I understand.”
“Saylor’s staying at the house with us in Cambria.”
“Yes.”
Razor leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Where are you staying, Monk?”
“I’ve reserved a room.”
Razor stood, took a long swig of his beer, and then patted Monk’s shoulder. “Good talk,” he said before going back inside.
Monk closed his eyes again, raising his face to the sun. Where the horrors of his job once resided, Saylor had taken their place. His visions weren’t of missions and death, they were of her. He smiled, knowing at that very moment, she’d be fretting over what spending Thanksgiving together meant. Given he’d seen her friend’s car in the driveway, his guess was that Poppy was getting an earful.
THERE HADN’T BEEN any talk of new missions lately, not since the Petrov assassination, but he knew there soon would be. There was too much evil in the world to think that the K19 crew wouldn’t soon be called upon to eliminate some of it.
When that happened or, more importantly, after it was over, it wasn’t likely Monk would be needed here in Yachats any longer. It was a reality both he and Saylor would have to face. It wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but he was more worried about Sierra and Savannah. They’d grown as attached to him as he was to them. When the time came for him to move on, they’d be hurt, and he regretted that.
He heard the slider open again.
“There was one other thing, Monk,” said Razor, sitting in the chair next to him.
“What’s that?”
“Since it seems like your base is going to be Yachats, I’m just wondering if you want to start looking for another place to live. The K19 house was intended more as a crash pad or safe house if we needed one. Don’t misunderstand, you’re welcome to stay there as long as you’d like. I just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to.”
“Roger that,” said Monk, taking the last swig of his beer and wishing Razor had brought another one out with him.
This time when Razor went back inside and Monk closed his eyes, the sun’s warmth did nothing to quell the uncomfortable feeling that had settled in his chest. Finding another place to live, even having Razor say that it seemed like Yachats would be his base, was the opposite of what he’d just been thinking about.
He’d never intended for Oregon to be his home, Saylor or no Saylor. Finding a place to live here would send an entirely different message; one he wasn’t ready to send.
If no missions were scheduled by mid-January, he’d have to talk to someone about where he did intend to be based out of, and that someone couldn’t be Saylor’s brother.
15
“You’re welcome to come with us,” Saylor told Poppy, who was currently sitting in the kitchen pouting. “Cambria’s a beautiful place to spend Thanksgiving, plus it will be fun.”
“How pathetic would that be?”
“On a scale of one to ten? Negative five.”
“That’s pretty damn pathetic.”
