“He must do some talking. I’ve never, ever heard you say ‘git’ before.”
Saylor smiled. It was nice to see. Her ex-husband had been a first-class asshole, so much so, that he didn’t bother to even try to see Sierra and Savannah.
Razor leaned in close to his sister. “How is Monk with the girls?”
She put his hand on his arm. “He’s great with them, and they love him.”
“Isn’t it kinda soon?”
“They know he’s their mama’s special friend. We don’t do sleepovers, and we keep the PDA to a minimum.”
He’d asked, so he supposed he deserved to get an answer, but he definitely didn’t want to hear any more details.
“That’s awesome,” he said, walking away. “Call if you change your mind and want my help. Actually, text. I’m goin’ next door after I find my wife and those two little rascals.”
“You like that word, don’t you?”
“Rascals? Yep. One of my favorites. It’s one of those words that is so perfect. Don’t need a thesaurus to find one that’s more fitting.”
“You’re a weirdo. I meant ‘wife.’”
He winked and then waved. “I know you did.”
Razor found Ava and the girls upstairs. All three were on the bed, and his nieces each had one hand on his wife’s belly.
“How big is the baby now?” he heard Sierra ask.
“About this big.” Ava held both hands up about four inches apart. “And he or she weighs about an ounce. Do you know how much that is?”
They shook their heads.
“Okay, let me think. What’s a good example. I know, the turkey we’re having for Thanksgiving dinner probably weights twenty-five pounds. It takes sixteen ounces to make one pound.”
“Wow,” the girls said in unison. “Cool.”
Ava looked up and smiled at him. “There’s your Uncle Razor now.”
“Don’t you mean Uncle Tabon?” asked Savannah.
“Nope. I’m the only one who calls him that, so for you two, he’ll always be your Uncle Razor.”
“I like Razor better anyway,” said Sierra.
Savannah smacked her. “That wasn’t nice. How would you like it if someone said they didn’t like your name? You should apologize.”
Sierra looked and him, and he smiled. “No apology necessary. I used to like Razor better too. Until I met your Aunt Avarie.”
Ava blew him a kiss, and his heart melted. He sure had a lot to be thankful for this year.
Chapter 8
Aine and Striker
Striker washed his hands and went in search of Aine. He found her sitting on the deck, looking out at the ocean.
“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about?”
She turned, smiled at him, and her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen. “How nice it is that you’re here.”