Page 98 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

“This is Gabi,” Alex says. “I was supposed to tell you that she loves you.”

“Yes,” Gabi says, looking up at Seb. “Love. So much.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gabi.” Seb pushes her back. “Do you live here?”

She grabs his hand and starts nodding. Her head keeps bobbing up and down while she lets out a few excited squeaks.

Izzy comes up behind her. “Yes, we live here and we run the restaurant in town. It’s right across the street. Come over and eat before you leave. It’s on us since you apparently just saved Sam.”

“Yes, eat,” Gabi says, still holding Seb’s hand. “Seb Miller. Please eat.”

Butch pulls their hands apart and pushes Gabi to Izzy. “Please remove your wife before she passes out.”

“Are all of the town’s citizens this, uh, enthusiastic?” Seb asks.

“I’d say she’s the most enthusiastic.” Butch shakes his head. “But she’s cool. Everyone I’ve met so far is cool. You’ll love spending time here.”

“I think we will,” Seb says.

Sophie walks over and ducks under Seb’s arm. “Butch, please tell me who this woman is that you’re kissing on?”

“Hi. I’m Kit Clark. I’m Elle’s cousin.”

Sophie smiles. “Nice to meet you, but more importantly, who are you to Butch?”

“Sophie,” Seb says, pulling her into him. “Stop. They might not want to talk about it.”

“I don’t care,” Sophie says, smiling at me. “Butch is the biggest talker I know. He should be more than comfortable spilling every little detail to me.”

I laugh. “It’s going to be impossible to get any privacy in this group, isn’t it?”

“Completely,” Sophie says. “Especially now since we all own a town together.”

“So are you two going to move to Blitzen?” Butch asks.

“We’re going to spend summers here when Seb retires,” Sophie says, “but we’ll probably still live in Miami.”

“And you’ll be up here for our wedding later this year, right?” Nash walks over to us. “Elle and I have officially set the date—New Year’s Eve. Everyone’s invited.”

“Yeah, we’ll definitely come in for that,” Sophie says. “And if Seb and Alex make it into the World Series, everyone’s invited down to Miami for the home games.”

“Not if, Soph,” Alex says, pointing at her. “When.”

“Right,” Sophie says. “When. Come down and hang out with us in October.”

“Damn,” Butch says, kissing the top of my head. “Our social calendar’s filling up fast.”

Sam walks over to us—his grin getting increasingly wider. “Izzy told me that she thought you two were together now. Congratulations. I think you make a lovely couple.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Butch says, patting his shoulder. “And my first order of business as a new owner of this town is finding out where Izzy has planted all of her cameras and surveillance equipment and removing them.”

“Good luck with that!” Izzy yells from across the patio.

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