stroke his ego. Many of the people worked behind the scenes in the industry, but actors and actresses approached us, as well. I wasn’t a big fan of the Hollywood schmoozing since it all seemed so contrived.
“Hey, hot stuff!” a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see Garrett loo king all sorts of dashing in a black tux. He scooped me up in a big hug before I could stop him and lifted me off the ground. “You look gorgeous.”
He was grinning from ear-to-ear when he set me down and appraised me, his blond hair styled so perfectly, and his blue eyes shining. Garrett Lewis was one good looking man, and I was happy to see him looking healthy again. He’d been on location in Las Vegas during November and part of December filming a movie about a heroin addict, and for the role, he’d had to lose close to thirty pounds to look emaciated enough to pull off the storyline.
So he’d hired a nutritionist, dieted like crazy, barely ate anything at Thanksgiving, ran miles each day and quit lifting weights. For almost a month he looked like hell, but once the movie had wrapped, he’d started to slowly gain the weight back, and he was finally beginning to look like himself again.
“Thank you. I clean up well, don’t I?” I said, feeling self-conscious in my outfit.
Garrett just shook his head. He was used to seeing me in jeans and flip-flops and hell, my bathing suit, half the time, since I went over to his and Ethan’s house multiple times a week to surf with them. I knew seeing me with a full face of make-up, hair that was artfully done and a long, sweeping dress was definitely a change of pace.
“You always look beautiful, Lo, but tonight you look stunning,” he said, just as Jase finally turned around and joined our conversation. He had been talking to one of the producers of Sons of Sovereignty when Garrett had walked up to us.
Jase’s arm snaked around my shoulders, and he pulled me close to him. “Don’t even think about it, Lewis,” he said playfully, and Garrett laughed.
Jase knew he had nothing to worry about with this Lewis brother, but I knew he was still iffy about Ethan’s feelings for me. After almost breaking Jase and me up by telling me he loved me, and then kissing me in front of Jase back in October, Ethan had told me a few weeks later that he really wasn’t in love with me. Although I’d played along with him in the moment, I wasn’t sure I fully believed him. I saw the way he looked at me at times, and I had a strong suspicion that if I asked him to be more than my friend, he wouldn’t tell me no.
“He’s taken anyway,” Ellie said, sidling up to Garrett and threading her arm through his.
“Aww, I love that you guys are still together,” I gushed, so happy for my friends. Garrett was the nicest guy, and he couldn’t have found someone better for him than Ellie Carlisle.
She reached out and hugged me with the arm that wasn’t attached to Garrett. “You look fabulous, babe.”
“You too,” I said, taking in her long, one shoulder, bright pink Marchesa gown.
She’ d told me about the edgy design that hugged her curves and flowed down to the ground in uneven layers. It was beautiful, and with her pale skin and dark brown hair that her stylist had curled so it flowed over her shoulders, she looked gorgeous and striking. I felt so sweet and demure in comparison.
Jase and Garrett immediately launched into a conversation about the upcoming press tour they had for Vacation From Hell. They’d filmed the movie together the summer before, which was how they’d met and become friends, and subsequently how Jase and I had met. The week-long tour kicked off at the beginning of May. Jase had wanted me to go, but I had conflicts with school that would keep me on the west coast.
“Incoming,” Garrett mumbled then, interrupting Jase, and we both turned around to see my mother and Luiz walking toward us.
“Darling!” she gushed, as she air-kissed me, careful not to smudge her
“Hey, hot stuff!” a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see Garrett loo king all sorts of dashing in a black tux. He scooped me up in a big hug before I could stop him and lifted me off the ground. “You look gorgeous.”
He was grinning from ear-to-ear when he set me down and appraised me, his blond hair styled so perfectly, and his blue eyes shining. Garrett Lewis was one good looking man, and I was happy to see him looking healthy again. He’d been on location in Las Vegas during November and part of December filming a movie about a heroin addict, and for the role, he’d had to lose close to thirty pounds to look emaciated enough to pull off the storyline.
So he’d hired a nutritionist, dieted like crazy, barely ate anything at Thanksgiving, ran miles each day and quit lifting weights. For almost a month he looked like hell, but once the movie had wrapped, he’d started to slowly gain the weight back, and he was finally beginning to look like himself again.
“Thank you. I clean up well, don’t I?” I said, feeling self-conscious in my outfit.
Garrett just shook his head. He was used to seeing me in jeans and flip-flops and hell, my bathing suit, half the time, since I went over to his and Ethan’s house multiple times a week to surf with them. I knew seeing me with a full face of make-up, hair that was artfully done and a long, sweeping dress was definitely a change of pace.
“You always look beautiful, Lo, but tonight you look stunning,” he said, just as Jase finally turned around and joined our conversation. He had been talking to one of the producers of Sons of Sovereignty when Garrett had walked up to us.
Jase’s arm snaked around my shoulders, and he pulled me close to him. “Don’t even think about it, Lewis,” he said playfully, and Garrett laughed.
Jase knew he had nothing to worry about with this Lewis brother, but I knew he was still iffy about Ethan’s feelings for me. After almost breaking Jase and me up by telling me he loved me, and then kissing me in front of Jase back in October, Ethan had told me a few weeks later that he really wasn’t in love with me. Although I’d played along with him in the moment, I wasn’t sure I fully believed him. I saw the way he looked at me at times, and I had a strong suspicion that if I asked him to be more than my friend, he wouldn’t tell me no.
“He’s taken anyway,” Ellie said, sidling up to Garrett and threading her arm through his.
“Aww, I love that you guys are still together,” I gushed, so happy for my friends. Garrett was the nicest guy, and he couldn’t have found someone better for him than Ellie Carlisle.
She reached out and hugged me with the arm that wasn’t attached to Garrett. “You look fabulous, babe.”
“You too,” I said, taking in her long, one shoulder, bright pink Marchesa gown.
She’ d told me about the edgy design that hugged her curves and flowed down to the ground in uneven layers. It was beautiful, and with her pale skin and dark brown hair that her stylist had curled so it flowed over her shoulders, she looked gorgeous and striking. I felt so sweet and demure in comparison.
Jase and Garrett immediately launched into a conversation about the upcoming press tour they had for Vacation From Hell. They’d filmed the movie together the summer before, which was how they’d met and become friends, and subsequently how Jase and I had met. The week-long tour kicked off at the beginning of May. Jase had wanted me to go, but I had conflicts with school that would keep me on the west coast.
“Incoming,” Garrett mumbled then, interrupting Jase, and we both turned around to see my mother and Luiz walking toward us.
“Darling!” she gushed, as she air-kissed me, careful not to smudge her
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