Page 13 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

KIT

“Casual flirting. Do it. Lots of it. You’re on vacation.”

Chloe gives me a stern look to emphasize her point, hugs me one more time, and then takes off down the concourse to catch her connecting flight. As she blends into the crowd, I dig my phone out of my bag. I turned it off when I went to sleep on the plane and haven’t turned it back on yet. I cover my eyes as the screen comes to life. I take a deep breath and peek through my fingers. Twelve texts from Mateo. Three texts from Elle. I open Elle’s.

Where are you? Your plane landed thirty minutes ago??

KIT. I texted Mateo to find out where you guys are.

He said you told him he couldn’t come with you. WTF?!!!

KATHERINE MARIE CLARK!!!! Answer me or I’m

going to have Nash storm security and find you.

Elle only uses my full name when she’s really starting to panic. I text her back.

Actually, I’d like to have Nash storm security and find me.

Can he do it shirtless?

* * *

THAT’S NOT FUNNY. Where are you? I’m worried.

* * *

Look up, Baby Elle.

Her head jerks up from her phone. She hops a few times when she sees me coming down the escalator and then takes out in a full-on sprint. Before Nash can stop her, she’s running up the down escalator, trying to get to me.

“Wrong way, weirdo,” I say, laughing as she bounds upward—two steps at a time.

She finally gets to me when we’re about twenty seconds from the bottom. She throws her arms around me with such force that we fall backward.

“Elle! Oh my God! We’re going to crash.”

As we hit the bottom, Nash grabs our hands and yanks us off. He pushes us out of the way and somehow clears my two bags before the guy who was riding behind me wipes out into them.

“What the hell?” the guy says, pointing at me. “This is an airport, not a playground. Grow the fuck up.”

Nash steps in front of me and glares at him. “What did you say to her?”

The guy looks up at Nash, quickly looks away, and hurries in the other direction.

“Oh Nash,” I say, diving into him for a hug. “That’s the perfect way to greet me. You know how I like it when you let your alpha flag fly.”

“Hi Kit,” he says, giving me a quick squeeze and then trying to push me away. I keep my arms firmly around him.

“Group hug,” I say, looking at Elle. “I need it.”

Elle throws herself into me. Nash finally relents and wraps his arms around us.

“I was so worried about you, Kitten,” Elle whispers as we both rest our heads against Nash’s chest. “What’s going on with Mateo?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I say, kissing her forehead. “I need some more time to process it.”

Her face forms into a deep scowl. “You have to tell me. Did you break up?”

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