Page 87 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

As I move Kit to the side, Mason steps in front of me. “I’ll let you get one shot in, but then I’m hauling your ass outside. I’m not spending the last day of this vacation trying to bail you out of jail.”

I nod slowly as I consider my options. Mateo’s so slight that I think I might actually kill him with a decent punch.

“Butch, don’t,” Kit says, trying to take my hand. I shake her off.

“Not even close to a fair fight,” Mason says, looking from Mateo to me. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, looking at Kit. “I’m leaving. Figure out your stuff with him.”

“Butch,” she says, grabbing my arm.

“We can talk later. Take care of this first,” I say, moving her hand off me. I stop in front of Mateo. “Don’t let me see you again or this is going to turn out differently for you. Do you understand me?”

He takes a few steps back, sneers, and spits out something else in Spanish. I give him a quick jab to his chin. He sails against the wall and starts to sink down it.

Millie runs up and grabs my arm. “Outside. Now.”

I look down at her. “What’d he say? Should I have put more force behind it.”

“No,” she says, pulling me toward the door. “That was about the right amount. He said something about Kit wanting to take a walk on the wild side before coming back to him. Actually, I think it might have been a compliment, but you know how I like the bad boys.”

“Totally a compliment.” Raine swoops in and grabs my other arm.

Mason closes in and pushes us out the door. “Butch, why don’t you take these two back to the inn? I’ll grab our lunches and meet you on the patio.”

“Roger that,” I say, grabbing their hands and pulling them across the street.

“Butch! Wait!” Kit yells. I turn around to see her running over to us.

Millie and Raine step in front of me. I spin them back around and push them toward the inn. “Go. I’ll be there in a second.”

I wait for them to clear the gate and then turn back around to Kit.

She looks up at me. “I didn’t know he was coming here. I told him to leave.”

“This is what I said would happen,” I say through clenched teeth. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”

“Nothing’s happening,” she whispers as she takes my hand. “Except for him leaving.”

I take a deep breath and blow it out. “I know you didn’t think he was going to show up here, but he did. Go talk to him. Figure out your stuff. I need a few hours alone.”

She puts her forehead on my chest. “I told him to leave. I don’t want him here. Come up to my room in like twenty minutes.”

“Kit,” I say, pushing her back. “I’m not coming to your room. Give me a little time to think.”

“Only a few hours though, right?” she says, looking up at me—the pouty look covering her face.

“Yeah, just give me some space.”

“We’re leaving here tomorrow,” she says, her forehead crinkling up. “Are we going to spend tonight together?”

“Kit, talk to him. Go back to Spain. Maybe give me a call when you move back here—if you move back here.”

“I’m moving back here, Butch.” She starts moving her hands over my chest. “And we’re going to do that courting thing.”

Before I can answer, Mateo walks out of the restaurant rolling his bag behind him. Elle follows him out.

“We can talk before we leave,” I say, nodding over to Mateo, “but you need to talk to him first.”

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