If the Sun Never Sets - Ana Huang Page 0,57

wish.” Farrah buried her face in his chest and breathed in his crisp, citrusy scent. “You better bring me back pastelitos or I’ll be pissed.”

Blake’s chuckle vibrated through her. “Noted. How’s the job search going, by the way? Liv mentioned you’ve been dropping off your resumes in person?”

Blake and Olivia had reached a truce in the past month. Apparently, that truce had evolved from Olivia not killing him on sight to divulging information about Farrah’s professional woes.

Farrah didn’t want to hide her job search problems from Blake; she just found it embarrassing. She’d charged him a ton of money to design his apartment, and now she couldn’t even get a phone screen from a reputable firm. Or any firm, for that matter.

“Not great, but I’ll keep trying.” Farrah pulled back and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “In the meantime, I’m looking for more clients so if you know anyone whose house needs an overhaul…”

“I’ll let you know.” Blake examined her with a sober expression. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you have what it takes to go it on your own. Fuck these studios who aren’t smart enough to hire you. They’re a few knives short of a full set, and you’re better off without ‘em. You can use all that time you spend chasing down those idiots to start your own firm. You have the talent, and you have the contacts. Look how good a job you did on my place. Everyone that comes by loves it.”

Farrah raised her eyebrows. “How many people come by?”

Blake ticked off his guests on his fingers. “You, Landon, Justin, Pat, Sammy, and…” He frowned. “That’s not the point. The point is, there’s no set timeline for chasing your dreams. There’ll never be a day when you wake up and see a flashing neon sign that says, ‘This is the day to go for it.’ You have to make that choice on your own.”

Farrah knew he was trying to be supportive, but annoyance heated her skin, nonetheless. “I told you, I’m not ready. Stop pushing it.” She turned away from Blake and walked toward one of the angled glass partitions. They were at The Edge, an outdoor sky deck suspended mid-air above Manhattan. Included in the price of admission: 360-degree views of the city and a healthy dose of vertigo for those who weren’t fans of heights—Farrah included.

Her moodiness didn’t deter Blake. He followed her, grasped her chin, and forced her to look at him. “Do you know many branches of Legends there are in the world today?” he demanded. “Twelve. Austin, L.A., Chicago, New Orleans, Seattle, Houston, Dallas, London, Boston, Dublin, Barcelona, and Madrid. Fourteen, if you include New York and Miami. And I plan on opening many, many more.”

“Congrats.” Farrah tried to tear herself from Blake’s grip, to no avail.

His fingers burned into her skin, and the intensity of his gaze scorched her soul. “Do you know how many I had five years ago? Zero. I would still have zero if it weren’t for the girl who told me to fuck the haters and go for my dreams. She believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself, and I wouldn’t be anywhere near where I am today if it hadn’t been for her. She made me into who I am, and I owe her everything.”

Farrah’s pulse careened out of control. An unseen thread stretched between them and tugged at her heartstrings every time he looked at her the way he was looking at her now, like she was the sun to his earth. She was sure Blake could feel her shivers travel across that thread and into his body because he was trembling too, his eyes as dark as the night sky that hung above them.

“I don’t remember using the term ‘fuck the haters,’” she rasped.

Blake’s teeth flashed white in the darkness before he turned serious again. “Maybe not in those exact words, but the sentiment was there. You can do anything. Believe that.”

The sincerity in his voice sent her pulse from careening to crashing straight over the cliff toward a place she never thought she’d go again.

“I know you’re scared. I was, too. I still am. Sometimes I wake up, thinking I don’t know jack shit about what I’m doing, and terrified everything will crash around me. That feeling never goes away. But it’s the ones who push past the fear that succeed.” Blake released her and spun her around to face the city again. He rested