“Ugh.” Kris crinkled her nose. “They’re for sharing, you Neanderthal. Now that you’ve contaminated the basket, we have to get a new order.”
“Cry me a
river,” Luke said through a mouthful of deep-fried potato. “You’re rich. You can afford it.”
“I love how you work for a university and still have no class.”
“I love how you have millions in the bank and still no way to remove that stick from your ass.”
“That’s it. You’re disinvited from my wedding,” Kris fumed.
“Fine by me. I’ll save money on airfare, hotels, and a wedding gift.”
“Children.” Courtney slammed her hands on the table, her mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. “I swear, it’s like we’re in college again.”
“If we’re going to do throwbacks, might as well do it all the way.” Sammy grinned. “Never Have I Ever?”
Courtney’s face shone with excitement. “Best idea of the night. You always were my favorite.”
Beside her, Olivia rolled her eyes.
“I’m offended,” Leo drawled, not sounding offended at all. He and Courtney had ended their fling long before study abroad was over, and the years had placed a comfortable, if somewhat distant, camaraderie between them.
The brunette released a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, Leo. You were a great kisser, though.”
“I know.”
Everyone laughed.
Blake whispered in Farrah’s ear, “Not as good as me.” His arm tightened possessively around her shoulder, and she stifled a laugh.
No doubt Blake remembered her fleeting crush on Leo at the beginning of FEA. Even though they were married, and it had been years, Blake still eyed the other man with suspicion.
“No one is as good as you.” Farrah patted him on the knee.
“Damn right.” Blake preened with male satisfaction.
“We should play a different game than Never Have I Ever.” Nardo adjusted his glasses. “Something more intellectually stimulating.”
Sammy clapped his friend on the back. “Dude. We’re in a bar. Chill out.”
“Exactly. Besides, should and want are different things.” Courtney’s tone brooked no opposition. “I’ll start. Never have I ever pierced anything below my neck.”
Nardo sighed.
The group stayed at Gino’s until last call. It was a long, decadent night, and it made Farrah feel nineteen again—young, wild, and free. Only better, because this time she knew how the story ended, and it was better than she could’ve hoped for.
Blake ducked into the restroom before they left, and Farrah waited for him outside, trying to piece together what, exactly, was going on between Olivia and Sammy, who stood on opposite ends of the sidewalk. They hadn’t exchanged one word all night, but the glances they threw each other could’ve burned the city down.
Farrah wondered how the sweetest couple in FEA devolved into this weird, do-they-hate-each-other-or-love-each-other dynamic.
It was going to be interesting to see how things played out, now that Olivia was moving to California to get her MBA at Stanford.
Farrah was going to miss having her best friend in the same city, but she supposed that was selfish. She had, after all, moved into Blake’s apartment after their engagement, leaving Olivia with a subletter in their Chelsea apartment.
“Hey.” Leo ambled over with his signature relaxed grin. “Settled into married life yet?”
“It’s only been a month, but I have no complaints so far.” She smiled at her old friend. “Thanks for coming. You didn’t have to.”