Page 1 of Get Lost

Chapter One

Kelsey’s drive from Los Angeles to the desert seemed even longer than usual, her body vibrating with anticipation as she prepared to see this wedding come to fruition—something she’d been working on for almost a full year. Each driver going under the speed limit in the fast lane tested her tolerance, making her foot tap impatiently on the gas pedal, but she was careful not to let that annoyance get the best of her, drive like a maniac, and topple all of the supplies she’d packed so precariously into the back of the party wagon. Her brand-new white minivan was filled to the brim with supplies, and deliveries would start arriving at the venue in a matter of hours.

As the sun crested over the mountains ahead of her, she smiled, thanking the Universe for another beautiful morning and what would likely be an amazing weekend of wedding events.

Her little event planning business, Kelsey’s Kreations, was really taking flight, and all those sleepless nights and long hours had finally paid off. Every small press event she’d put together, each little launch party in Los Angeles, and the countless number of Bar and Bat Mitzvahs she’d planned for the Hollywood elite had finally given her enough clout to transition into what she really wanted to do: planmassiveweddings, preferably outside of the city.

With this event in La Quinta and the wedding coming up in Barbados, Kelsey could finally addDestination Event Plannerto her resumé.

Life. Was. Good.

When Kelsey pulled into the estate and down the long driveway, her anticipation hit a boiling point and she could barely sit still she was so excited. She passed the horses roaming loose in the corral, the large front lawn where the cocktail hour would be held, drove through the great barn where she would put together the perfect rehearsal dinner tonight, then pulled into one of the multiple garages and parked the van.

Much of the staff was already busying themselves around the grounds, and she spotted a few peeps from her usual catering crew from Los Angeles. She waved to them as they hurried between buildings, prepping for the arrival of the bridal party throughout the day.

She grabbed her phone and her iPad, then opened the car door, slamming into something.

Someone.

The man grunted and Kelsey froze.

She looked up at the guy she’d just opened her car door into, closing the door quickly and cursing under her breath.

His face was pinched in frustration, but then his jaw relaxed. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he held her gaze and backed up out of the reach of her door.

Well, hello there, gorgeous.

He had a metal baking sheet pressed up against his chest, which must have happened when she slammed her door into him. Dark, jet-black hair was pulled back into a low, short ponytail at the nape of his neck. Full lips sat below a straight nose, in a jaw clearly fashioned from steel. Even a few days’ worth of beard stubble couldn’t hide the angular edges of this man’s beautiful face. Eyes nearly as dark as his hair watched her with a flicker of amusement as he opened her door.

As Kelsey climbed out of the van, she assessed him for any damage, but couldn’t help noticing that not only was heundamagedfrom her little car door debacle, he was built like a Greek God.

He inclined his head. “Pardonne moi, Mademoiselle.”

Okay, make that aFrenchGod.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you hurt?”

“Ça ne me dérange pas d’être frappé avec une porte de voiture par une belle femme.”

Kelsey just smiled, because… what?

The man’s white apron did little to hide his strong arms or the width of his broad shoulders. The dude wasbuilt. Her gaze fell to the ground and the trio of fresh baguettes at his feet, then skittered up to his groin, hidden behind the apron—sadly—and Kelsey imagined whathisbaguette might look like.

Thick and broad like his shoulders?

Mmm.

“Tu regardes ma… baguette?”

Kelsey frowned, her cheeks heating. Was he a mind reader?

He smirked, motioning toward the ground. “Ma baguettes.”

Oh! His baguettes! Duh. She nearly facepalmed. She’d caused him to drop his baguettes. The bread,notthe penis. He probably only had one of those…

She squatted to pick up his baguettes, and he lowered down with her, reaching for the same one she reached for and grazing her fingers with his own. A thrill skittered up her arm from where they touched, and when she met his gaze, the look in his eyes tightened her belly. Kelsey drew in a shaky breath because the way he looked at her had nothing to do with his long, hardbread, andeverythingto do with other phallic things.

“Tes yeux sont comme une ganache au chocolat.” The way his tongue curled around the words solidified the connection to her core created by his gentle touch.

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