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“What did you think of Stuart?” she asked Monk on the way home.
“Something’s off there.”
Saylor rested her head against the back of the seat. She agreed, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she answered, but not truthfully. The conversation she’d had with Aine a few days ago repeated in her head. She’d warned her friend that not all of the K19 team members would prioritize a relationship over their career—not that she wanted one. She stifled a groan and turned her head so he couldn’t see the look on her face.
“Don’t lie to me, Saylor.”
“Wait a minute. What did you just say?” He wasn’t wrong, but she bristled at him calling her out on it.
“I can’t do anything about it if you won’t tell me what’s on your mind.”
“What it is, is nothing, like I said.”
He nodded his head and focused on the road ahead of them.
“I’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he said after he’d pulled the Jeep into the garage and she hopped out without waiting for him to come around the other side.
She had a long day tomorrow too. In fact, she had a lot of time to make up for. Since Monk waltzed back into her life, she’d slacked off on flying. Time on the ground was adding up faster than time in the air, and she needed far more of the latter than the former.
“Goodnight, Monk,” she said when he climbed on the motorcycle and was about to put on his helmet.
When he nodded and started the bike, Saylor went insid
e. As soon as she heard he was gone, she’d come back out and close the garage.
When she returned a couple of minutes later, the garage was already closed, but Monk and his bike were gone. Did that mean he somehow knew the code for the keypad that was outside the door? The fact that he might, pissed her off more than the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to try to kiss her goodnight.
“WHAT’S WRONG?” her brother asked when she was about to leave for the airfield the next morning.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came over to tell you that Cliff has a parole hearing coming up.”
“When?”
“Next month.”
“When next month?” she snapped.
“It isn’t important. I’ll take care of it like I always do.” Razor turned to walk away.
“Then why even tell me?”
“I don’t know. I won’t make that mistake again.”
Her brother walked down the trail back to his house, leaving Saylor with a boulder in the pit of her stomach. What was wrong with her? Monk had asked her the same thing last night, and Razor had before he’d even said good morning. Obviously, she was throwing off some powerful vibes she wasn’t aware of. Maybe after her flight today she’d see if Poppy had some time to get together.
That was another thing. Why did she only think about calling her friend when something was wrong?
—:—
Monk looked up from the computer when Razor walked in and slammed something down on the desk.
“Sorry,” the man muttered.
