Page 75 of Finally Found You

Camilla comes to San Fran during Thanksgiving but skips Christmas because she promised to spend it with the Dragos. It’s not until spring that Kenzy convinces her to come over to Paradise Bay.

Of course, we haven’t told her yet, but we’re house hunting, and we want her input.

Kenzy doesn’t want to move for the last two years of high school, but we want to have our own place for the weekends. Staying at the guesthouse is weird since it feels temporary.

“When are you marrying Cami, Dad?” Kenzy’s question, casually thrown into the morning air, startles me as we make our way toward the coffee shop.

I shoot her a warning glance. “This town has a thousand listening ears, Kenzy.”

Her laughter rings all around us. “There are no ears, just nosy residents.”

Camilla redirects our attention, pointing out a quaint bookstore tucked in a corner. “I wouldn’t mind making a stop there. I can always use a book or two.”

“Wait until I start my shift so I can assist you,” Kenzy says, animated. “Once I turn twenty-one, I’ll be able to work the downstairs area where they serve wine.”

Camilla counters, “You do realize that you’ll be in college and probably not interested?”

A shrug lifts Kenzy’s shoulders. “I’ll have weekends and breaks. I’ll be visiting so I can help you two with the babies.”

“You’re twenty steps ahead,” Camilla says, almost scared.

My hand finds hers, the warmth of her skin seeping into mine, grounding me. My lips brush her cheek in a featherlight caress, a promise of what could be. “We can always accelerate the process… it’s all up to you.” The words hang in the air, a promise, a question, a hope.

Cami’s lip is trapped between her teeth. Instead of continuing our discussion, we enter the coffee shop. Thankfully, it’s almost empty. We order our drinks and some pastries. The silence between us remains until we leave the shop.

Once we arrive at the vineyard, the main house ensnares her attention. “That looks different.”

“We renovated the entire thing,” I say. “Well, Elliot took charge of the structural changes while Fern and Cory worked their magic on the interiors.”

Her brow furrows, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “And what are you going to do with it?”

“We haven’t decided just yet,” I admit.

“You could claim it,” she suggests, her gaze shifting back to me.

“What do you mean?” I question, curious about her train of thought.

“You run the vineyard, don’t you?” she asks, an unspoken suggestion in her words.

“But what about everyone else? What if they want to stay here?” I counter, not wanting to impose my decision on them.

She points toward the guesthouse. “You could always expand it. Add a few more rooms.”

“But that house is enormous. Unless,” I tease, a smile playing on my lips, “you’re planning for a dozen children.”

Her laughter rings out, a beautiful sound that lightens my heart. “Two of our own, we could adopt a couple more… maybe,” she muses as if she’s genuinely considering the idea.

Kenzy’s smile mirrors my own. “This is cool. From being an only child to having a ton of siblings? I can handle that.”

Camilla wraps her in a hug. “Slow down, Kenzy. We’re taking this one day at a time.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Kenzy retorts, “At this rate, I’ll be a senior citizen by the time you two walk down the aisle.” Her laughter trails behind her as she strides ahead, leaving Cam and me in her wake.

Cam’s eyes soften as they follow Kenzy. “You’re doing a great job with her,” she says, her gaze returning to meet mine.

“Only because you and Nonna set a great foundation,” I acknowledge, my words steeped in gratitude. Silence passes before I add, “So what do you say? Would you consider moving in with us?”

Her chuckle rings out, light and airy. “When you’re serious about it,” she teases.

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