ISBN-13: 978-0-373-21124-1 LET’S GET LOST A Harlequin TEEN novel/August 2014 Copyright © 2014 by Alloy Entertainment All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario M3B 3K9, Canada. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A. For questions and comments about the quality of this book, please contact us at CustomerService@Harlequin.com.
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“You are the best kisser on the planet,” Jeremiah muttered. “You sure about that?” “Yup,” he said, moving away from her lips to plant those quick kisses he liked to give on the corner of her mouth and her cheeks, as if he couldn’t afford to miss even an inch of skin. “I’ve done plenty of research. Thousands and thousands of women.” She pulled away from him, holding his head in place so he couldn’t come after her for more kisses. “You are a terrible pillow talker. Please don’t start talking about statistics.” He pulled away from her arms and looked back to where his head had been resting on the bed. “This isn’t technically pillow talk. We are at least two standard deviations away from the closest pillow.” “I don’t know much about statistics, but I’m pretty sure that that statement didn’t make any sense.” “You don’t make any sense,” he said, bringing her back in for another long kiss. Sonia had been shocked the first time they’d kissed. It’d been a great kiss, hard to pull away from, lingering on her lips for so long that she’d spent the rest of the night guiltily wondering whether Sam had ever been a good kisser and she simply hadn’t known the difference until Jeremiah came along. As he was wont to do, Jeremiah suddenly stopped kissing her and spun them around so that she was beneath him. He simply looked down at her, his hand combing through her hair in that way that made her want to close her eyes and smile for hours.
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“Whatcha doing?” she asked, holding him closer. “Just looking,” he said with a smile. He held her gaze for a second, then kissed her neck. She’d noticed that he couldn’t hold eye contact for a long time, and for some reason she adored that little bit of shyness. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” Sonia smiled at him, pulling him in for a cuddle, weaving her legs between his. “Your pillow talk has vastly improved in the last thirty seconds.” “Again, not pillow talk,” he said, studying her face as if he’d never before seen anything like it. The room was quiet except for the whirr of the air conditioner and the occasional soft smacking of Jeremiah’s kisses. Sonia caught a glimpse of the muted television showing sports highlights, and she was thankful it wasn’t basketball season. Outside the room, a couple of people clamored down the hallway, laughing—drunk, from the sound of it—probably other wedding guests. Jeremiah moved his hand from her hair down to her collarbone, running a finger up and down a couple of times before leaning in to retrace the path with kisses. It was only in these moments that Sam’s absence didn’t hurt. When this moment ended and she was back in her room alone, Sonia knew she would be so racked with guilt that she wouldn’t be able to sleep. But for now, that constant ache she’d been living with for almost a year was nearly forgotten. “I want to dance with you tomorrow,” Jeremiah said. “At the wedding.”
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Sonia sighed. “With Sam’s family there? Yeah, I don’t think so.” “Come on,” Jeremiah said. “I’ve been looking up video tutorials online on how to salsa, and I’m almost at the point where I can dance in rhythm.” “I’m impressed. But you’ll have to show off your skills with someone else.” “I don’t want to dance with someone else.” “That’s very sweet,” Sonia said, putting a hand on his cheek. “But it’s not happening.” “Why not?” “Because they’ll know,” she said simply.
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