Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Her grin faltered a bit before she kissed me back. “I love you, Finn.”

“Love you more, Éan.”

Drawing back, I shut her door, then popped the trunk open. I couldn’t wait to put the giant-ass teddy bear down. My arm was cramping carrying it all around.

The letter sticking out of my bag caught my eye. Smiling, I picked it up.

What I love about us…

The second I’d come across the time-capsule book, I knew I needed it for Rory. I’d written out two letters from the book so far. I was going to put this one in her bag in hopes she found it tomorrow. The other one I had sent to her mother to give to Rory on a certain date.

I placed the letter back in my bag and shut the trunk. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself buying a damn Letters to My Love book.

Laughing, I rubbed the back of my neck, took in a deep breath of crisp fall air, and made my way to the driver’s side of the car.

This weekend hadn’t turned out exactly like I planned, but I had a feeling things were only going to get better.

—

The lights of Boston held my attention while I waited for Rory to get ready for dinner. The only thing I told her was to dress nice.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I frowned.

Wes: Whenever you have a free minute. I need to talk to you.

I hit his number.

“Hey, you free right now?”

“Sort of,” I replied, glancing back toward Rory’s bedroom. “Rory’s getting ready to go out to dinner. What’s up?”

“Mandy’s getting married.”

Oh shit.

Mandy and Wes had dated all through high school and college. When Wes had taken a job in New York City and asked her to marry him, Mandy told him no, that her dream was to take over her family’s restaurant in Boston. It had devastated Wes.

“What? Who is the guy? When did they start dating?”

Wes let out a fru

strated sigh. “I don’t know. The last time I saw her was at the club the night we all went with Harmony. Right before Preston and she finally hooked up. Mandy and I spent the evening together at a hotel, and the next morning she was gone. I hadn’t heard from her until today, when I got the letter. She said she wanted to tell me before I found out from someone else.”

“Damn, dude, I’m really sorry.”

“I’m moving back to Boston.”

His words hit me dead-on. “You’re doing what?”

“I’m ready!” Rory said.

Spinning around, I nearly dropped the phone. “Holy shit,” I whispered.

“Hey, I’ll let you go. Give me a call tomorrow.”

I nodded and moved closer to Rory. “I…I will. Hey, Wes?”

“Yeah?”