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earth to Ethan,” I called out, when he didn’t look back after a few seconds.
    “Huh?” he said , finally pulling his attention back to me. He looked confused in that typical zoned-out way guys get when pretty girls enter a room .
    “If you want to go talk to one, or several, of those girls, don’t let me stop you. It’s not like we’re on a date or anything .”
    Ethan gave me a funny look that said he didn’t understand what I was insinuating.
    “Those girls,” I said, gesturing back to the group of women , who were mingling and laughing at the front of the restaurant, waiting to be seated. “Feel free to go chat them up if you want. I’m good here with my edamame and this delicious watermelon cucumber mojito.”
    I took a big sip of the drink Ethan insisted I order, savoring the crisp, delicious flavor. Even though we were n’t even close to twenty-one, Ethan and I had fantastic fake ID s that he had made for us by some friend of his, using our yearbook photos . It was a lovely gift he’d presented me with when I’d announced I was going to USC with him.
    Ethan just waved me off like I was crazy. “I’m not leaving you, Lo,” he said, as he grabbed a piece of edamame and sucked the soy beans out between his teeth. “They’re just girls.”
    He did, however, glance back once more before a disgusted look came over his face. He turned back to me, shaking his head.
    “What?” I asked , following his gaze. It was then that I recognized o ne of the guys who had e ntered soon after the girls. He was chatting with the hostess, and it was n o wonder everyone was staring. “Oh, that’s Jason Brady.”
    I suddenly understood why there were so many hot, half-dressed women lingering at the front entrance. They were part of Jason Brady’s entourage. He was known as one of the Y oung Hollywood e lite ; an even bigger celebrity than Garrett or Donovan Collins. Jason had been acting for years and had h ad several major roles locked down before he turned eighteen. He’d been a fixture in the gossip magazines for years, and was probably one of the hottest guys on the planet. I realized then that he was actually even better looking in person.
    And then it was me who couldn’t look away from the front of the restaurant.
    Jason had dark brown hair that hung past his ears and was messy in that s e xy, bed-head way , and eyes so green they had to be contacts. He also had a body that was better than any I’d seen up close and personal – he’d been featured shirtless in the tabloids more times than once – but even in the fitted navy t-shirt and distressed jeans he wore , his rockin ’ physique was no secret . It made you want to reach out to touch his bicep or run your hand over his abs just to see how firm they actually were .
    He was seriously yummy, and that wasn’t something I usually said about people, but now, being in the same room as a god like Jason Brady, I really couldn’t think of an adjective that described him any better. I realized my mouth was partially open when Ethan dragged me back out of my fantasy.
    “I fucking hate that guy,” he grum bled.
    “Why?” I asked, appalled by Ethan’s sudden aggression. Jason had seem ed so friendly chatting up the host ess , smiling and flirting and leaning in close. Lucky girl .
    Of course, I knew first-hand how deceiving actors could be. I’d met more than a few in my life, and nice guys like Garrett were definitely in the minority. Most of them were arrogant pricks or giant phonies like my mom. It always made me laugh when someone found out who my mom was and told me how funny and sweet she seemed. My mom could turn on the charm when she wanted to, and she really was a fantastic actress. She had everyone fooled – well, everyone that didn’t know the real her, that is.
    I looked back to catch one more glance as Jason and his group were led in to a priva te room. He was a little breath taking to say the least, and I couldn’t help but stare. And