Mistletoe (K19 Security Solutions 3)

Both girls impatiently shook Mantis’ hand.

“Where’s Ava?” Sierra asked.

“Hmm. Not sure. Upstairs maybe.”

“Uncle Razor,” said Savannah with her hands on her hips. “How come you don’t know where your wife is?”

Both girls broke into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” asked his sister, coming in followed by Monk, who was carrying two pies.

“Hey, Saylor,” said Razor, kissing her cheek. “I’ve lost Ava.” He looked at his nieces. “Why don’t you two go find her for me?”

“I’ll get the rest,” said Monk.

“Need help?” asked Mantis.

Monk nodded.

Razor chuckled. Why speak when a head movement would suffice?

“I’m getting used to it,” his sister told him.

“How quiet Monk is?”

“Yep.”

“Wait. How used to it?”

“Don’t go there, Raze,” she said, winking.

“Jesus. Can’t anyone find somebody outside of K19 to get involved with?”

“Some of your partners—one in particular—is pretty damn hot.”

“Stop it. Seriously. No talking about anything hot.” Razor put his hands over his ears.

“Where’s dinner?” Saylor asked.

“Over here.”

“Where?”

Razor took her into the dining room. “I guess I need to add a few more leaves to the table.”

“I’ll say. How many in total?”

“Uh, sixteen. I think. Wait, no, it’ll be an odd number. No, that’s wrong too. Shit. I don’t know. Can’t we just set up a bunch of tables and everyone can eat where they want?”

Saylor nodded. “Probably a better idea. Why don’t you go hang out with your buddies and let the woman folk take care of this?”

“If I said something like that, I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You got that right. Now git.”

“Is Monk from the South?”

“Yeah, why?”