If the Sun Never Sets (If Love 2)

Farrah’s lips twitched. “Perhaps you should venture outside the finance world for dates.”

“I hate hipsters.” Olivia waved a hand in the air. “That’s the entire New York dating pool. Finance, hipsters, and vain model/fitness trainer types.”

“You’re generalizing.”

“Generalizations exist for a reason.” Olivia plopped onto the couch next to Farrah. “How was your night? Where’s Loverboy?”

“Blake is on his way to Austin for his father’s birthday.”

“How filial.” Olivia snatched a chip from the open bag of salt and vinegar Lays on the coffee table. “Can’t believe he didn’t take you.”

“We’re not at that stage of our relationship.”

“Relationship?” A wicked grin spread across Olivia’s face. “I didn’t realize you and Blake were in a relationship.”

Farrah’s cheeks warmed. “We’re not. It was just a turn of phrase.”

She didn’t know what she and Blake were. Something changed between them two weeks ago, after they ran into Kelly and Matt. Officially, they were friends with benefits. But Farrah recognized the glow in her chest when she was around him.

She’d had the same feelings before, five years ago. She knew what they meant, even if she refused to say it out loud.

Farrah’s phone rang. Blake’s name flashed across the screen and, yep, there went her poor little heart.

Not good.

“Hey.” Farrah hoped he couldn’t hear her chest pounding over the phone.

“Hey. Just landed in Austin and thought I’d see how you’re doing,” Blake said, his voice rich and velvety amidst a background of boarding announcements and airport chatter.

Farrah bit back a smile. “About the same as I was doing this morning before you left for the airport.”

“No pining? No shaking your fist at the moon, wishing I were there beside you?” He clucked in disappointment. “I’m offended.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m pining so hard, you have no idea. In fact, I’m staring at a picture of you right now, wondering how any human being could be so perfect.”

“That’s the spirit,” Blake drawled. “What do you say, phone sex tonight? Don’t want you to have to make do with only a picture when we can add my voice to the equation.”

Farrah wasn’t one hundred percent sure Blake knew she’d been joking, and she was even less sure he was joking.

“Did you call to proposition me for phone sex?” She swatted at Olivia, who made an extremely unladylike gesture with her fingers at Farrah’s question.

Very mature, she mouthed.

Olivia shrugged and smirked.

“That hadn’t been on my agenda, but it is now.” Blake’s voice faded out before it regained strength. Must be the cell signal. “Actually, I called to ask if there’s anything you want from Austin. As far as I know, there aren’t any pastelitos here, but there’s a cafe with a kick-ass house-made coffee blend.”

Farrah’s stomach turned to warm goo. “You don’t have to get me anything.”

“I want to. So, coffee? I’d surprise you, but when it comes to food and drink…better safe than sorry.”

“Coffee sounds good,” she said through the lump in her throat.

“Great. I have to go—my sister’s giving me the stink eye for ignoring her.” Blake lowered his voice. “Phone sex later tonight. Text me when you’re wearing that little black lace teddy of yours.”

“Good night, Blake.”

He laughed.