Page 52 of Get Lost

Chapter Twenty

With everything going on, and all the little details Kelsey had to micromanage and remember, keep tabs on and keep track of, one very important detail had skipped her mind.

And it stared back at her now, a perfect king-sized bed for two.

On top of the bed was a welcome basket, complete with Kelsey’s favorite thing: champagne. Next to that, however, was Kelsey’s least favorite thing: Cheetos.

Because Alexander Arroyo existed on the planet at the same time as she did.

“The Cheetos are a weird touch,” Lucky said. “Are they, like, originally from Barbados or something?”

Kelsey shook her head.

“I think he’s flirting with you,” Nessa whispered.

Kelsey whipped her head toward Nessa, eyes wide. “If he thinksharassmentisflirting, no wonder he’s single.”

Nessa flinched, ducking her head to hide her smile. “Ouch.”

“And furthermore, Vanessa Pompeo, that antiquated notion that boys pick on girls because they like them can stay in the past. Along with suppressed sexuality, gender roles, and heteronormativity.”

Nessa’s eyes widened as she allowed Kelsey to rant.

“It’s the roaring twenties, babe; women can do whatever they damn well please with their bodies, and if a man wants towoome, he better be a straight-shooter.”

“I’m a straight shooter.” Lucky stood taller, placing his hands on his hips, then he jutted his hips out toward Nessa and grinned. “Bang.”

“Oh God,” Kelsey groaned. “Help me.”

Nessa laughed. “Consider mewooed.” She yanked the Cheetos out of the basket, pushing them into Lucky’s chest. “Get rid of these.”

He nodded, opened the bag, and began eating the little orange turds.

Returning to the task at hand—figuring out sleeping arrangements when there were three of them and one bed for two—Kelsey looked back and forth between Nessa and Lucky, then scanned the room for possible options. If there was a couch, she could easily share a room with Lucky and Nessa for a few nights, no problem. She’d barely even be in there anyway, so they could squeeze in sexy times whenever they felt like it.

Sharing a bed with Reagan had been the plan all along. Sharing a bed with Nessa would have been even better, as they’d been best friends forever and had shared plenty of hotel beds over the years.

But sharing a bed with Nessa and her boyfriend?

Even Kelsey drew the line atthatthreesome.

“Maybe Ness and I could rent a room at one of the hotels?” Lucky suggested.

Kelsey sighed, shaking her head. “There’s nothing even remotely affordable close by.” She motioned around the spacious room. “These five villas are all we have, and this smaller one is for the wedding staff. We have to figure it out.”

Lucky frowned, running his hand through his messy hair. “Maybe I could crash with the groomsmen or something?”

Nessa grimaced. “You don’t even know them.”

Kelsey nodded. “And, technically, you’re not even supposed to be here, so…”

“You never told the bride?” Nessa asked.

“I did, and she said it was fine, but it’s not like she reassessed all the sleeping arrangements or made any special accommodations for us, you know? She said there was room for Lucky, and there probably is. We just have to get creative.”

“Hmm.” Lucky walked the perimeter of the bedroom. “What about the other rooms?”

“Spoken for.” The deep timbre of Alexander’s voice in the doorway made Kelsey’s muscles tense.

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