CHAPTER 22
ARI
Since Zach had bought my airplane ticket, I figured I should make myself useful. Oh, I’d tried to pay him back, but he refused to accept the money, which was why I was currently sitting in his bedroom, packing clothing into a suitcase. T-shirts, shorts, boxer briefs… Maya had printed me a list—Zach needed two items of clothing from each of his brand partners. Yes, even his underwear was sponsored.
And maybe I’d googled the ads with him wearing it.
It felt a bit weird, going through his closet, but Maya said it was either her or me, and Zach didn’t care in any case. He was surprisingly open for a man suspected of a crime. I had access to his home, his truck, his credit card. Even his computer. He’d given me the password yesterday so I could email the airline about food pr
