Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Smiling weakly, I wondered if any of my friends would want me with them. They’d given up calling me to go out a few months ago.

“Maybe I’ll give Clare or Autumn a call.”

Her smile widened. “Yes! Do that. Now get on out of here. Enjoy a weekend for once.”

“Well, I have some notes to add to the Jenner file and—”

She lifted her brow. “Rory Ann Adams.”

I knew when I was defeated. Lifting my hands, I giggled. “Okay! Okay! No need to pull out the full name. I’ll call the girls now.”

“Good. Don’t forget dinner with us on Sunday.”

I groaned internally. Sunday dinner was a weekly thing we had done since I started Harvard. It was my parents’ way of staying in my business.

“I wouldn’t think of forgetting dinner.”

With a smack on my ass, she smirked. “Don’t be a smart-ass, Rory. It doesn’t become you.”

Laughing, I grabbed my purse and briefcase and headed back to my office. Once there, I pulled out my cellphone and sent Clare and Autumn a text.

Me: Hey! I need a night out. You guys up for it?

In less than a minute they both responded.

Clare: Who is this?

Autumn: I’m sorry…this number used to belong to my BFF Rory. But she never has time to go out.

Me: Ha. Ha. Seriously. I need a night out in the real world. Will you help a girl out?

Clare: We’ll pick you up at eight. Dress sexy.

My heart dropped. “Oh shit,” I whispered as I stared at the last text. Do I even own anything sexy?

“Everything okay?”

Letting out a small yelp, I dropped my phone onto my desk and looked up at Russell. “Russell? You didn’t knock.”

The corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “Your door was open.”

My cheeks heated. “Oh. Sorry, everything’s fine. Just some friends of mine giving me a hard time about going out tonight.”

His smile faded. “They beat me to it.”

Pulling my head back in surprise, I asked, “Excuse me?”

He waved his hand and sat down in a chair. “Nothing. I was going to see if you wanted to get a drink or two. Maybe even grab dinner, since it looks like we’ll be working together on the assault case.”

My breath caught. He knew about the case. I could get the information from him! No, wait. What would he think if he knew my mother hadn’t given them to me yet?

“Normally, I would, but I promised myself a much-needed weekend off.”

With a nod of his head, he replied, “You have been cranking out the cases. I’m impressed with your work ethic, Rory. It’s rare.”

Feeling my cheeks heat, I glanced at my phone. “Well, thank you, I appreciate that. I’m really looking forward to working alongside of you on this case.”

Something passed over his face, but I couldn’t read it. He stood and gave me a wink. “Enjoy your weekend. Starting Monday, we’ll be too busy for fun times.”