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“You remember.” “Of course.” Blake couldn’t forget the way Farrah’s eyes lit up when she talked about the competition.
“Sorry, that doesn’t make sense.” “No, I know what you mean.”
Blake’s jaw tightened when he remembered the way Farrah looked at Leo yesterday.
He missed bantering with Farrah.
“You’re a guy. Guys make terrible decisions.” “That’s sexist.” “Sue me.” Blake grinned. Damn, he’d missed her.
Her silvery laugh was music to his ears.
“I’m rambling.” “No. I love hearing you talk about it. It’s…captivating.”
She ignored Leo’s questioning look and instead wondered how the hell she’d ended up falling for Blake Ryan.
“You can either stay in your comfort zone or do something that makes your heart goddamn race. One’s safe. The other is scary as hell. You know where the safe path takes you—but it only takes you that far. The scary path? No one knows. It could be awful. Or it could be the best decision you’ll ever make.”
“You can go ahead,” she said. “You don’t have to stay with me.” “I want to.”
If this were anyone else, Blake would’ve gotten the fuck outta there. But this wasn’t anyone else. This was Farrah.
She wasn’t the first person to ask him that question, but she was the first person he wanted to tell the truth to.
Despite her red nose and swollen eyes, she took his breath away. Her true beauty wasn’t physical; it was in her soul. He saw it shining through in everything she did, and it was as bright and warm as the sun on a summer day.
Blake was in love with Farrah. He was in so deep, he didn’t have a devil’s chance of getting out, and what’s more, he didn’t want to.
“I’m glad we’re talking again,” he whispered. “I missed you.”
To her surprise, Blake wrapped his fingers around hers. The warmth from his skin heated her from head to toe. “Either way, I’m glad you’re here.”
“I think—” Blake’s voice turned rough. “You’re a smart-ass who’s too stubborn for your own good. I think you drive me crazier than any person ought to. And I think I might die if I can’t be with you.”
He found himself doing things that used to make him cringe, like leaving Farrah cheesy Post-it Notes in random places and buying her flowers for no reason. What’s worse, he enjoyed doing those things. Yep, he was a goner, and he didn’t care.
Blake was lost, and he never wanted to be found.
“You’re Blake Ryan, anything you want to be. Businessman. President. CEO of fucking space. If Elon Musk can do it, so can you.” He laughed softly. “I’m not Elon Musk, either.” “No.” Farrah pressed her forehead against his. “You’re better. You’re you.”
