Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

My mouth nearly fell open. And this man called himself a good lawyer. Had he not read up on the fire department? Amazing, since most of his cases would be representing the fire fighters’ union. “There’s a rank structure within the fire department. His T-shirt said, ‘I’m in Charge When the Captain’s Away.’ The lieutenant is under the captain, and if the captain is out, he is acting captain. I simply put two and two together.”

“Right. I knew that.”

Responding with a half smile, half smirk, I glanced around the station. God, how I’d loved spending time with my father at work when I was younger.

“Little Rory Adams. How the hell are you?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned wide. “Captain Riggs. How are you?”

He pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear, “Jesus, when did you grow up to be a beautiful woman? Does your father know his little girl is here?”

With a chuckle, I squeezed him harder. He pushed me out at arm’s length and shook his head. “If any of these guys makes one comment to you, you let me know, you hear?”

“Yes sir, but I’m sure they’ll all behave.”

He rolled his eyes, then turned to Russell while extending his hand. “Captain John Riggs.”

“Russell McCormick, sir.”

“Let’s head on up to my office and talk.”

Russell motioned for me to go first as he said, “Sounds great.”

As we walked back to the captain’s office, I couldn’t hide the fire in my cheeks at the stares I was receiving. One guy tripped while mopping as he watched me walk by.

Russell leaned closer to me and whispered, “I’d say you’re making a nice first impression.”

Digging my teeth into my lip, I was now regretting my shirt choice.

As we walked into the captain’s office, I pulled my sweater from my bag and put it on, making sure to pull it together to hide the fact that I had on a low-cut blouse.

“Cold?” Russell asked while smirking.

Asshole.

“A little,” I answered with a sweet smile.

“So, you’re here to talk about Long?”

Russell and I both responded with a “Yes.”

“Well, he’s a great firefighter. A great person. I hate that this is happening to him.”

Taking out a notebook, I went to ask a question, but Russell beat me to it.

“Captain Riggs, was there anything different you noticed about Mr. Long before the alleged incident?”

He pinched his brows together. “No, everything seemed to be normal. He was getting ready to ask his girlfriend, Rochelle, to marry him, and we all knew he was nervous about that.”

I wrote that bit of information down and Russell didn’t.

Russell then asked, “Has anyone ever come to you with any such allegations before regarding Mr. Long? A female firefighter?”

“No. Never.”

With a curt laugh, Russell said, “Is that a truthful answer?”

My head turned quickly as I gave Russell a dumbfounded look.