“Then Sawyer?”
“Yep. I’m the baby black sheep.”
“Black sheep, huh?”
“Yes, trust me on that. None of them do what I do.”
I chewed the breadstick and then moved us back to more important topics. I reached for my water and took a sip.
“Back to dropping our guard. Tell me about the tattoo on your spine,” I said.
“It’s kind of morbid. I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”
I raised my eyebrow as I chewed on the last piece of my breadstick and then quickly swallowed.
“Really? After what we’ve shared? You saw me chop fingers and hands off someone without blinking a moral eye. You think whatever you could tell me would make me view you negatively?”
Taylor looked around to make sure no one was too close. She leaned closer to the table, and I leaned in to listen.
“The music notes represent each kill I’ve made, either in the military or for Michael. A new kill equals a new note. Because hearing someone plead for their life—”
“Is music to your ears,” I said.
She nodded subtly.
“That’s why none of what I did in Solsidan bothered you.”
A smile crept onto my face, and she smiled too.
“See? Kind of morbid,” she said.
I shook my head. The server approached with our dinner, and we both sat back in our chairs.
“Enjoy!” Antonio said.
“Thank you,” I said.
We began to eat, and I thought of how I wanted to word the next question that had been on my mind.
“Mmm, this is incredible fettuccine,” she praised.
“I’m glad you like it. I’ll let my mom know.”
I ate a few more forkfuls and then took a sip of water.
“I want to circle back to something we started talking about in Sweden.”
“What’s that?”
“Why you’re vocal during sex, but then go mute when you come.”
“Did I dent the Sawyer Lombardi ego by not screaming out in ecstasy?”
I laughed and shook my head.
“No, but I’ve never had a woman do that before. I mean, I don’t like to brag, but you did hear the flight attendant.”
“Yes, how can I forget the infamous flight?” Taylor put her fork in her mouth and slid it back out.
