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long day of sight-seeing or
grabbing some fresh seafood at the restaurant on the pier. Joe’s
is busy when I arrive, but he catches my eye and beckons me to the
front of the line with a cried greeting.
    “Delilah,
carino!” he leans over the counter and kisses me on both
cheeks. “How’s my favorite chica?”
    Despite
the Italian flag on the menu, Joseph Gonzalez is a hundred percent
Cuban, which leads to some delicious flavor combinations.
    “I’m
great,” I smile back. “How’s Maria?” I ask,
naming his spitfire of a wife.
    “Mad
at me again,” Joe sighs theatrically. He pushes a bowl of
breadsticks over to me. “She says I work too hard.”
    “You
do,” I agree, taking one and biting into the soft, fluffy
dough. I sigh with satisfaction. “But don’t ever stop.”
    “I’ve
got your pie in the oven,” he tells me. “It won’t
be long.”
    A
call comes from the window behind him. “Order up!”
    “That
was quick,” I grin. Joe takes the box and checks the scrawl on
the lid. “Montgomery?” he calls out into the busy
restaurant. A voice comes, just behind me.
    “That’s
me.”
    The
hairs on the back of my arms stand on end at the familiar sound. It
can’t be . . . 
    I
turn and find Will standing beside me.
    My
mouth drops open in shock. He looks totally different to the last
time we met—wearing a faded navy T-shirt and jeans, with
stubble on his strong jaw, and his hair curling just a bit too
long—but those striking hazel eyes are unmistakable, and the
easy, charming smile on that skilled, perfect mouth.
    “Hey
Delilah,” he says casually, like this is no big deal. “How’s
it going?”
    I
blink, still remembering what that mouth did that last time I saw
him.
    What?
How? Why?
    “Will!”
I manage to connect my brain to my mouth again. “What . . . ?
I mean, what are you doing here?”
    “I
took your advice.” Will pulls some crumpled bills from his
pocket and lays them on the counter, while I try to recover from the
surprise.
    “You
mean, you’re visiting?” I ask. My pulse kicks up at the
possibility—and repeat performance of that amazing kiss.
“That’s great,” I exclaim, already imagining his
hands on me, and so much more. “I’d be happy to show you
around town.”
    “Thanks,
I might just take you up on that.” Will smiles at me. “But
there’s no rush.”
    “There
isn’t?” I’m distracted by his eyes. Were they
always this green?
    “Nope.
I moved here.” Will grins.
    Wait,
what?
    “You
were right, I needed a change,” Will continues. “And this
place has one thing going for it that no place else does.”
    “What’s
that?” I ask, still reeling.
    “You.”
Will smiles at me. “See you around, neighbor.” He takes
the pizza box and heads out, weaving his way through the crowd while
I stare after him, dazed and most definitely confused.
    The
hottest man I’ve ever met just up and moved halfway across the
country—for me?

 

Three.
     
    “How
hot?” Eva’s sister, Lottie, demands the next morning at
our regular Saturday brunch on the pier. She feeds her toddler, Kit,
with one hand, but her excited gaze is fixed on me as I fill her in
with what happened with Will. “Are we talking ‘hot for
the bar on a Friday night’ hot, or ‘Chris Evans in a
tight T-shirt holding a puppy’ hot?”
    “Chris
Evans hot,” I sigh, over a plate of French toast.
    “I
love it! But wait, why the sad face?” Lottie frowns.
    “Because
it’s weird!” I protest, feeling strangely unsettled. “We
met a couple of weeks ago for like, twenty minutes, and now he moves
across the country because of me? Doesn’t that scream ‘stalker’
to you?”
    “That
depends,” Lottie muses, licking maple syrup from her fingers.
“Did he ask you out? Favorite fifty million of your social
media posts? Show up on your doorstep with a marriage license and his
mother’s wedding gown for you to wear?”
    “No,”
I admit, confused. “He didn’t even ask me out. He