Page 26 of Get Lost

“I’m aware.”

“Well? Is she?”

Alex sighed. “No idea.”

Unfortunately, his mom now had a little spark of inspiration in her eyes. “I’ll finish my coffee while I get ready. I want to come with.” She patted his shoulder as she passed. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Alex smiled after her. “The listing or the agent?”

She laughed, pausing in the doorway. “The listing, m’hijo.”

“You say that about all of them.”

“Yes, but this time is different.”

He listened to his mom’s footsteps as she ascended the stairs, then opened up another browser window and pulled up the search feature, then typedKelsey’s Kreationsand waited for the results. He scanned the first few listings, which were different articles written about her or mentions of her budding business in wedding magazines, a Yelp page with nothing but five-star reviews, then, about seven entries down, her website.

He clicked on that and scrolled to the bottom to find what he needed.

He didn’t have her address, and asking his mother to get it for him would only set off an interrogation no son wanted to deal with, so he’d hoped there was a way to contact Kelsey on her website.

And, sure enough, a post office box address was listed at the bottom of the main page. He jotted down the address of her P.O. box, then clicked out of her website and searched for another website. When he opened it, he grinned. Who knew how many Cheeto varieties were available these days? Not him. There was even Cheeto Macaroni and Cheese… which he added to his cart.Along with every flavor of Cheetos in stock, from hot and spicy to puffy to baked and healthy; Alex filled his cart with as many variations of the tasty snack as he could find.Why hadn’t he thought to do this sooner?

He entered the address to Kelsey’s Kreations’ post office box, selected the two-day rush shipping option, paid for the bulk supply of snacks, and when the transaction was complete, he logged out and closed his laptop.

After sending a quick text to Alyson, letting her know that he was interested in viewing the property today, he texted Kelsey.

Alex:911

She responded quickly with:who is this?

Alex:Chester

The three dots popped up while she typed, then disappeared again. Then her response came through.

Kelsey:I don’t know anyone named Chester. I’m sorry. Is this in regards to an event?

Alex sent a gif of Chester Cheetah.

Kelsey:. . .

Kelsey:Arroyo

Alex:Sutton

Kelsey:Why are you texting me?

Alex:You didn’t respond to my emails.

Alex smirked, waiting for her reply. He imagined that sexy spark in her dark brown eyes, that little crease between her eyebrows as she typed.

Kelsey:What emails?

Alex’s eyes narrowed. Okay, so she wanted to play games. Running his tongue over his teeth, he considered his options.

Alex:Eleven days

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