Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

I knew my brother. He was coming back to Boston for one reason only. To win Mandy back. And I wasn’t so sure that was a great idea.

With a gruff laugh, he replied, “No promises.”

The call ended and I shoved the phone into my pocket.

My eyes raked over Rory. She wore a light blue dress that showed off her amazing body. Her legs looked like they went on forever. The blue in Rory’s eyes seemed to stand out even more against the dress…especially with her hair pulled up and placed perfectly on top of her head.

“You look beautiful, Éan.”

Her cheeks turned pink. Damn, how I ached for this woman.

“Shall we head out?”

With a nod, I extended my arm for her. The moment she touched it, my body came to life. I couldn’t imagine losing her to another man. My heart hurt for Wes.

“It’s a good thing that, where we’re going, we’ll be alone. Otherwise I’d be fighting the men off you.”

She laughed as she nudged my shoulder with hers and we headed to the elevator.

When we got outside I was able to immediately hail a cab. I told her about Wes’s call, and I could see that she was moved by his pain.

The taxi pulled up to Mamma Maria and stopped.

Rory sucked in a breath and grinned from ear to ear. “Finn, I love this restaurant!”

“I know. I asked your mother what your favorite restaurant is.”

Rory launched herself into my arms. Placing her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Please don’t ever think I don’t love you.”

I drew back, a bit confused. “What?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m starving!”

I paid the driver and stepped out of the cab, helping Rory to get out as well. The hostess smiled as we approached her. The restaurant was dimly lit, and you could barely hear conversations drifting across the room. The smells instantly made my stomach growl, which caused Rory to giggle.

“Good evening. Do you have reservations?”

“Yes, it will be under ‘Finn Ward.’?”

Glancing down at her book, her face exploded into a full-on grin. “Yes! The Rossini Room is ready for you.”

Rory turned to me and lifted her brow. “?‘Room?’?”

Lacing my fingers with hers, I winked. “It’s a small room, but I wanted privacy.”

She slowly shook her head. “Finn Ward, you have got to be the biggest romantic I’ve ever met in my life.”

I kissed the back of her hand. “Nah. It’s seeing you smile that makes me do it. I only want you happy.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she bit down on her lip. The only thing she said was one whispered word. “Finn.”

“Right this way, Mr. Ward.”

We followed the hostess up to the second floor. The room was set up with one single table. The lights were dimmed, and the candle on the table cast a flurry of shadows that danced on the walls.

“Oh my, it’s perfect.”