Page 60 of Get Lost

“You good?” Alexander moved around the island. “You look… funnier than usual.”

“Nice. Thanks a lot.” She shook her head and took a step away from him as he rounded the kitchen island, because even with her mind spinning, her body reacted to that look in his eyes. “Did you just say France?”

Alexander nodded, his eyebrows creeping slowly up his forehead. “Yes. It’s a country. Over in Europe. Maybe you’ve heard of it before?” He stepped toward her. “Famous for their kissing.”

She nodded, ignoring the way his gaze fell to her lips with that last statement because she had bigger fish to fry.

Fry.

Fries.

French fries.

French chefs.

“Mort,” she whispered. Because she was dead. She pulled her lips between her teeth to bite back the laugh bubbling up her throat. “France…?” she asked, because it was all she could say before the laughter consumed her.

“Yes. France. What is wrong with you?”

Oh, so many things.

What’s worse than being trapped on an island with one infuriatingly arrogant—sexy—man?

Being trapped on an island withtwoof them.

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