Ava clapped her hands when they showed her. “That was my favorite too. It seems like it was all of our favorite.” She winked at Saylor.
“Avarie,” said Razor. “We need to leave now if we’re going to meet your sister.”
“That’s right,” she said, jumping up. “Sorry we have to leave so abruptly.” She kissed Saylor’s cheek and then each one of the girls. “I’ll see you tomorrow so the dressmaker can get your measurements, right?”
Both Savannah and Sierra nodded.
“I’m in a rush too,” said Sally. “I was supposed to be at Mahjong fifteen minutes ago.”
“We’ll drop you off,” Razor offered, ushering his mother into the car.
“Thank you,” Saylor said to Monk after everyone else drove off. “You were very sweet with them.”
“They’re nice girls.” Monk brushed his fingertips against hers as they stood side by side. “I’ve missed seeing you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just—”
“No apology is necessary.”
“Thank you for the flowers.”
“They reminded me of you.”
Saylor knew she was blushing. In fact, she felt like she was fourteen again, having an awkward conversation with her first boyfriend.
“Mama,” said Savannah, tugging on her arm.
“What is it, doodlebug?” she asked, bending down.
“Invite Mr. Monk over for dinner.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’s too busy, but it’s sweet of you to think of it.”
“I have the night off.”
“Ple-e-e-ase,” begged her daughter.
“What should we make for Mr. Monk?” Saylor asked. “Do you know what he likes to eat?”
Savannah looked up at him. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Hmm,” he said, scratching his beard that had grown much longer since the last time Saylor saw him. “I’d have to say pizza.”
“Pizza? That’s my favorite.”
“No, it isn’t,” said Sierra, stalking over to them. “My favorite is pizza. Yours is Chinese.”
“Not it isn’t.”
“Yes—”
“Girls,” said Saylor, giving them a stern look.
“My mama makes the best pizza in the world,” Sierra told Monk.
“I’m sure whatever she makes is the best in the world.” He turned to Saylor. “I can help.”
“No helping necessary,” she said. “You’ll be our guest. How’s six?” she asked. “The girls are in bed by eight.”