Page 77 of Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)
He was the wrong I knew deep in my heart was my right.
Chapter 22
Finn
She’s not a distraction
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep clearly wasn’t coming to me anytime soon. I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about Rory being at dinner with that asshole again or by her not texting me when she got home like she said she would.
Rolling over, I checked my phone again. This time, there was a message I had somehow missed.
With a wide grin, I opened it.
Rory: Home and exhausted and frustrated. Wish I could see you.
It was late, but I was responding back.
Me: I wish I could see you. Better yet, I wish I could hold you.
I was stunned when she replied.
Rory: How is Flash?
With a soft chuckle, I glanced down at the damn dog in my bed, snoring.
Me: At my feet. Damn thing won’t stop following me everywhere I go. He chewed up my shoe earlier. A station full of shoes and he finds mine to chew.
Rory: LOL! Means he loves you. How are Presley and Harmony doing?
Me: They’re great! Preston sent me a picture of them earlier. I’ll show you the next time I see you.
Rory: I can’t see now?
Me: Nope. I’m giving you something to look forward to.
Rory: Trust me…that is not what I’m looking forward to.
My dick jumped, and I sat up quickly. Taking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly before I typed my response.
Me: What are you looking forward to?
I was playing with fire, but goddamnit, I liked playing with it.
Rory: Your lips on mine. Your hands on my body. Being in your arms again.
She was going to kill me.
Me: When can I see you?
Rory: Is it wrong I want to say now :(
Me: No, Éan, it’s not wrong at all.
The tone rang out for a fire—damn!—and I quickly typed a goodbye to her.
Me: Alarm. Have to run. Later, babe.
She instantly replied.
