Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Your family? You want me to meet your family?”

Instead of getting off at the lobby, we went to the garage. “Honestly, Rory, I can drop you off on the way to the hospital. Depending on how late it is, maybe I can swing by to say good night.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, and I couldn’t help but smile.

He took my hand and led me into the garage. My head was spinning. This was way too fast. Meeting his family. Was that something I was ready for?

My whole life I’d always played everything safe. For once I wanted to be daring. I’d already played hooky…so I figured maybe I should meet Finn’s family. The guy I’d officially dated for not even a full day. The man who’d already given me an orgasm in a library and saved me from near death by pigeons. Since I was living on the edge today, I decided I might as well keep going.

“If you don’t think your family would mind, I’d love to come along.”

Finn stopped walking and faced me. “Are you kidding? My family won’t mind at all. I was hoping you’d say yes. I really didn’t want our day to end yet.”

With a smile, I replied, “Looks like we’ll be finishing up our first date with a bang.”

He leaned in and kissed me quickly on the cheeks. “Just don’t let my mother freak you out. Hang close to my sister and you’ll be safe.”

As he tugged me along, my heart dropped.

“Safe?”

He laughed and stopped at a red sports car and opened the door for me.

I lifted my brow. “A sports car?”

He winked. “I like to drive fast.”

I slid into the car and looked around the gray leather interior. It looked brand-new.

Finn got in and started the car and quickly backed out. He handled it like he drove it all the time.

“What kind of car is this?”

“Porsche Cayman.”

“Wow. It’s nice. New?” I asked.

“It was Wes’s car. He bought it eight months ago and decided he didn’t need a car in New York, so I bought it off him. I like driving it out to where my folks live and hitting the gas.”

I chewed on my lip. “I take it you like to do dangerous things as hobb

ies?”

He pulled out into traffic and laughed. “I wouldn’t say ‘dangerous.’ But I do like to have fun and live life to the fullest. Not you?”

Laughing, I glanced out the window. “No. I’ve always been on the cautious side. I think I got it from my mother. She was always so worried about my dad, she never really let me do things where I might get hurt.”

Finn peeked over at me, then back at the road. “How did you ever have any fun?”

“I had fun. In a controlled-environment kind of way.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like a boring childhood, Éan.”

Pinching my brows together, I was about to ask what he’d called me when his phone rang.

Finn hit a button on his steering wheel.

“Hey, kiddo.”