“He would lose his goddamn mind.”
“I’m going to text her and ask.” He pulls out his phone and shoots off a text.
“She should still be in class, right?” I ask, hoping to keep up the ruse that she’s in the States.
“Yeah, she gets done for the day at like three her time,” he says as he slips his phone back into his pocket.
“Can I ask you a question?” I sit back, studying him.
“Shoot.” He takes a sip of his coffee.
I tilt my head to the side. “I know this is what we’ve said we wanted, but how is it balancing more than one relationship?”
“So far, it’s easier than I thought it would be.” He rubs his chin. “Then again, it probably helps right now where it’s all long distance. What about for you?”
“Right now, it kind of sucks because of the distance, but we’re making do. We’re talking about starting to do cooking lives together. When we are together, we can do them together, but when we have to be apart, I can join her live and do it from wherever we are.”
“That would go over well, I think.”
My watch vibrates, and I look down at it and see a text.
Ezra: You can come back anytime. The package has been secured and the place is ready.
I can’t wait to see Drake’s face when he sees her.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” I stand, picking up my trash.
“Hey,” Drake says from behind me as I throw away my trash. “Thanks for getting me out of the house. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
Turning, I put my arm over his shoulder and walk us toward the door. “No problem, buddy. Anytime. You know I got you, and if you want help looking at places, let me know.”
* * *
Looking around the house, I take a deep breath. The cake is done and the place looks fantastic. My eyes are instantly drawn to the view. Sydney is such a pretty city. Grabbing my phone, I take a quick photo of the cake and the background in one shot. I don’t know if I will post it, but I’ll have it for the memories. I almost wish I could say screw school and let Liam take me on that tour.
Less than two years and you’ll graduate. Keep it together.
This place is large with an open concept which I didn’t think was really a thing outside the US. The countertops are a beautiful white marble, with four chairs at the island. Half the cabinets are white, while the other half are a dark gray. The living room flows into an outdoor living space that would make any New Yorker jealous.
I wonder about the homes they hold in the other cities.
“Miss Blake,” Ezra’s voice startles me.
I turn and see Ezra leaning against the counter.
“What are you thinking about so hard over here?” he asks, his eyes taking me in.
It makes me shiver with anticipation. I’ve been holding back from him, still hurt over everything he said, but being near him now is hard.
My eyes snag on the bulge in the front of his jeans.
Looks like that’s not the only hard thing in this room right now.
“I was just admiring the view.”
Ezra smirks as he looks over my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Liam told me why he picked this place. Did you pick your place in London?”
