Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

My heart sank. Ugh.

Standing, I straightened out my skirt. ?

?Don’t worry, I’ll be ready and able.”

“Let’s hope so.”

With a frown, I watched him turn on his expensive Giacometti shoes and retreat out of my office.

What in the hell did that mean? Does he think I’m not ready for this kind of case? Hell, I don’t even know what the case is!

Whatever.

I wasn’t going to let Russell McCormick ruin my weekend.

—

By the time we ate dinner and had a couple of drinks, it was nearly midnight when we hit Guilt. It was a popular bar in Boston and always packed. Clare and Autumn were both still single, which surprised the heck out of me. Clare was tall, blond hair, and the bluest of eyes. Every man’s dream. Whereas Autumn was shorter than me, and I stood at five three. She had red hair that was pulled up into a crazy ponytail. Kind of matched her spit-and-fire personality.

“It’s packed in here!” I called out over the music.

Clare wiggled her brows. “Perfect for grinding up on some men!”

I rolled my eyes. My two best friends most definitely were more sexually experienced than I was. We were roommates in college, and while I was sitting in my room studying they were screaming out “Oh God faster” almost every night. I’d only ever been with one guy.

Frank.

Yuck. Even his name makes my skin crawl. We dated in high school and through our first few years of college. Things ended when I drove to upstate New York to pay him a surprise visit. Needless to say, I was the one who was surprised when I walked in on him and another girl having sex.

“Don’t roll your eyes, Rory. One of these days a guy is going to catch your attention and you’re going to want to ride his stick.”

Clare laughed. “Yep. What Autumn said.”

I couldn’t even be shocked. That was how Autumn was. Blunt and didn’t give a hoot what came out of her mouth. Clare wasn’t too far behind her, but had a tad bit more control over what she said.

“Whatever, tonight it’s all about having fun!”

With a huge smile, Clare grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd and to the bar. We stopped in front of three hot guys. None of them were as hot as my mystery firefighter, though.

Jesus, Rory. Stop thinking about him.

All three guys eye-fucked the hell out of us. I immediately felt a little silly in my short black cocktail dress.

“Hey!” Clare yelled out.

All three said “Hey” back. The one in the middle smiled, and my stomach clenched slightly. It was nice having a guy give me attention. “My friend here is a lawyer.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really? So am I.”

“Really?” I replied as I leaned in closer.

He laughed. “You don’t remember me, Rory?”

Holy shit. This guy knows my name.

“Um, I ah. Well.”

All eyes were on me. Including Clare’s, as she stared at me with a shocked expression.