Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Freak out?” I answered with a halfhearted laugh.

“That’s one thing he’ll do. Then he’ll probably curse some and forbid you to see him. Tell you Finn is not the right guy for you and remind you what being with a firefighter is like.”

My eyes filled with tears, and I desperately tried to keep them contained. “I love him, Mom. And that scares me. A call came through when I was talking to him on the phone, and I was a basket case until he sent me a text saying they were heading back to the station. But the idea of not having Finn in my life…I can’t even imagine it. My feelings for him grow stronger by the day. That’s not my biggest fear right now, though. My biggest fear is Daddy telling me he won’t give me his blessings.”

Resting her chin on my shoulder, my mother reached around and handed me a small envelope as she gently smiled at me. “Then you need to decide what’s worth fighting for.”

“I know,” I softly replied as I took the envelope.

The only thing it said on it was:

To: You

From: Me.

“What is this?”

She grabbed my shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze. “It was delivered to your office today right after you left, along with a dozen roses. I had them leave the flowers on your desk and I brought this home to you.”

I ran my fingers along the front and whispered, “Finn.”

“Don’t be too long. Your father won’t want to be late.”

Absentmindedly nodding to her, I walked over to the chair in the corner and carefully sat down. I turned the envelope over and read what was typed on the envelope.

When we first met…

My hands shook as I opened the letter.

Dear Rory,

I’ll never forget the moment when our eyes first met across that room. The way it made me feel was something I had never experienced before. That day changed my life forever.

Thank you for waking up my heart.

Love,

Finn

My hand covered my mouth as I fought to hold back my tears. Clutching the letter to my chest, I closed my eyes and let them free.

Four simple sentences. That was all it took for me to fall even more completely and utterly head over heels in love with Finn Ward than I already was.

I dropped onto my bed and thought back to the second time we made love. It was a stolen moment that had been fueled purely by passion.

The knock on my door startled me. Who in the world could that be? Making my way to the door, I opened it to see Finn standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had a class.”

He grinned, and those dimples of his popped out. “I sweet-talked the nice teacher into letting me go early so I could go visit my old grandma in the nursing home.”

I gave him a confused look. “I thought your grandparents lived in Florida.”

A wicked grin moved over his face. “They do.”

Making his way in, he had my shirt over my head within seconds. His mouth covered one nipple while his hand masterfully worked the other.

“Finn,” I gasped as he ripped my lace panties off and turned me around.