“He’s kinda hot.”
For the first time since they’d met, Ava looked at Saylor’s left ring finger and saw it was bare.
“I’ll explain later,” Tabon whispered.
It wasn’t any of her business, and she’d certainly seen plenty of people divorce in her life. Her father alone had done it three times.
“He doesn’t talk very much,” Ava said to Saylor. “I think I’ve heard him say a total of three words.”
“Is that why you call him Monk?”
Tabon nodded.
“I can live with that, as long as he’s not celibate too,” she laughed.
15
“You moved your stuff out of the room,” Razor said when they walked back into the house.
“It’s your room, Tabon.”
What was he supposed to do now? Should he tell her he wanted her to sleep with him, or should he give her space? She was obviously distraught over her sister and their friends. He didn’t want her to think he was coming on to her at a time like this.
“You could invite me back,” she murmured.
“Wait. What? Of course I want you with me. I was just trying to figure out if saying so would make me too much of an asshole.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to sleep…you know… alone.”
“You don’t have to, sweetheart.”
“Look,” she said right as they came inside. “There are two side-by-side.”
Razor didn’t see the blow, but he saw the two whales as they momentarily surfaced, and she was right, they were side-by-side.
“You’ve got to be starving,” he said, walking into the kitchen. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”
“I wasn’t hungry, but now I think I could eat something little.”
“How about eggs and toast?”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Bacon?”
Ava scrunched her nose.
“That would be no to bacon.”
“Hey,” said Monk, coming up the stairs. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not at all. I was about to make eggs and toast if you’d like to join us.”
Monk walked over and opened the refrigerator, pulling things out and setting them on the counter.
“I could make omelets if you’d like,” he offered.
“You cook?”