Page 100 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

“First one, then the other,” she says, rubbing her face against me. “Do you want to get in the shower with me?”

I growl. “What do you think?”

“Okay,” she says, “but you have to let me actually shower at some point. I can’t get on the plane all sweaty.”

“No promises,” I say, sliding my hands under her butt and picking her up. “I’m going to have to make this one last for a while.”

* * *

“Good Lord,” Nash says. “Are we going to have to separate you two with a crowbar?”

“Ignore him,” Kit says, hugging me tighter.

“Call me when you get to the airport, okay?” I lean down and give her one last kiss.

She nods—her eyes starting to fill up.

“I can still come with you.” I hug her again. “I think someone should.”

“I agree with Butch,” Elle says from where she’s leaning against her Jeep. “I’ll go with you if he doesn’t.”

“You don’t even have a bag packed,” Kit says, looking back at Elle. “How are you going to board a plane with me?”

“I’ll use your stuff.” She grabs Kit’s hand and tries to pull her away from me. “I don’t know if you should go back there by yourself.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Kit,” Nash says, “we have to go or you’re going to miss your flight.”

“Okay,” Kit says, rubbing her hands on my chest. She pulls my head down and whispers, “I get back to Spain at like four in the morning California time, but we’re still doing topless FaceTime immediately.”

“I’m not going to sleep until you call me,” I whisper. “Text me a lot on your way back, okay?”

She smiles. “I promise. See you soon.”

I nod and help her into the Jeep. When they drive out of sight, I stand there for a minute staring at nothing. Alex finally walks over and tries to hand me the keys.

“Naw,” I say, turning toward our car. “You can drive.”

“What?” Alex says, still holding out the keys to me. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m good. I don’t feel like driving today.” I crawl into the very back of the Suburban. “Try to get us back to San Diego in one piece.”

Alex looks around like he’s lost. He turns to Mason. “Is he being serious? Or is this a setup? Like he’s going to ambush me from behind when I’m least expecting it.”

“You’re becoming really suspicious.” Mason pats his back. “That’s good. You should never trust anyone behind you. We’ll make a fighter out of you yet.”

Alex looks back and forth between Mason and me and finally gets into the driver’s seat. He eyes me in the rearview mirror. “I’m watching you.”

“I’d rather you watch the road,” I say, shaking my head, “but do what you have to do.”

Millie crawls in and sits behind Alex. She pats his shoulder. “I’ll watch Butch for you, honey. You just drive.”

“Mase, do you want shotgun?” Raine asks.

“You can have it.” Mason opens her door and helps her in. “I only have a few more hours of alone time with my wife.”

“You’re not alone,” I say, whacking the side of his head as he crawls in and pulls Millie into him. “Same rules apply as the ride up here. Keep your hands to yourself.”

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