Page 71 of Get Lost

Alex nodded. “Chef Alex Arroyo. I’m the best man and I’ll be providing the food for the weekend.”

The French chef strode toward him, extending his hand. “It is great to meet you, Chef.”

“You too.”

The man’s wrist was limp as they shook hands, his grasp on Alex’s hand light.

Alex’s father believed a man could be judged by two things: eye contact and a handshake. He’d taught Alex to always look people in the eyes, no matter how difficult, and toalwayshave a firm handshake. Both things exuded confidence and power. Self-control.

A limp handshake was the sign of a weak man.

Or so his father said.

Not that Alex thought this French guy was weak, just… his handshake left much to be desired.

Alex gave the man a curt nod. “I will be preparing the welcome lunch in the villa next door,” he said. “Your room is down the hall.” Alex motioned in that direction where he’d remembered seeing another bedroom with a welcome basket that must belong to the French chef. As an afterthought, Alex added, “The first two rooms are already taken.” He didn’t want this guy going into his bedroom and getting any ideas about sharing the room with Kelsey.

The other chef nodded. “Oui. Bon. I understand.”

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