I stared at him while we headed over California. Vegas to Hermosa is a four-hour ride. Thinking about being enclosed in a car with Garreth for four hours is already stressing me out.
But then again, the way that he got me out of that lunch was something I am thankful for. I am not really expecting anything from him so I was kind of shocked when he blurted out a random excuse for my parents.
Well, it seems like it’s not an excuse after all.
“Are you already hungry?” Garreth asked me while we were passing through the border.
I looked at him and saw him focused on the road. “I am not,” I replied. “I am on a diet.”
He raised his brow and gave me a quick glance. “Why? You’re already thinner than most women I know.”
I instantly frowned. “I am not thin. I am fatter than most models.”
