"Want to talk about the bad news you got?" he asked, his gaze never wavering from the road.
"My best friend just found out her parents are getting divorced. She's a mess, and I can't even be there to comfort her." I turned to stare out the window. "I miss her."
"I'm sorry." Trent shifted, then accelerated as he navigated onto the Pacific Coast Highway.
"Where are we going?" I asked, determined not to focus on what I couldn't control. At least, not right now. Later, I'd talk with Ellie and do what I could to make her feel better.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"I don't know. Where is there to go?"
He chuckled softly.
"What?" I asked, twisting in my seat to look at him.
His profile was breathtaking. Then again, everything about him stole my breath. But right now, speeding down the PCH, he seemed. . . relaxed.
"Nothing. It's just, you tend to answer a question with another question. It's. . . cute," he said.