Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Frantically wiping my tears away, I replied, “I know! But I didn’t want him picking me over his job. I know how much he loves his job.”

I didn’t feel right. Damn it, why had I been drinking without eating anything? I started to feel dizzy. Placing my hand to my head, I tried to concentrate.

“He’s quitting. Finn’s leaving the department.”

It felt like someone had sucker-punched me in the gut. I struggled for air.

“W-what?”

“Rory, as much as he acts like he doesn’t want you in his life, he thinks one of the reasons you left was because of what happened to Zeb. When his brother Wes said he was moving back to Boston, Finn decided to go full-time with their business. He’s leaving the department for good.”

The entire room started to spin. It had all been for nothing. I’d lost the only man I’d ever loved…for nothing.

“Something?

?s wrong,” I mumbled as my vision started to blur.

“Rory? Are you okay?” Clare asked.

Colton snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Rory?”

“It was all for nothing.”

“Colton! You have to go get Finn. Make him listen to her,” Autumn begged.

“I’ve tried! So has Wes. For the last two weeks Angie has begged him to call Rory. He’s not listening to anyone.”

Darkness grew closer and closer as the three of them grew distant in my vision. Their voices became harder to hear and sounded dragged out. Everything was moving in slow motion.

“I’m not feeling well,” I whispered as I felt my legs go.

Clare yelled out my name, but the only thing I could say was, “Finn.”

My mind finally settled.

The pain was gone.

All I could see were his beautiful emerald eyes staring back into mine.

Finn.

Chapter 50

Finn

This isn’t happening

Slamming shut the door to my condo, I glanced around for Regina and Flash. “Regina?”

Nothing.

I made my way to the kitchen and saw a note.

Flash is having a sleepover at my place! I’ll have him back to you first thing in the morning.

Crumpling the note, I tossed it into the trash. I reached for a warm beer from the six-pack sitting on my bar. I’d bought it earlier today and forgot to put it in the refrigerator. Popping the top, I took a large drink. It would normally have bothered me that it wasn’t cold, but tonight I didn’t give a shit. Tonight I didn’t feel a damn thing.

With beer in hand, I walked out to the balcony and sat. The middle-of-the-night cold air settled in around me like a blanket. I tried to push the look on Rory’s face out of my mind. Fought to forget the way she cried after I practically knocked her down by mistake. Forced myself not to hear the pleading in her voice when she begged to speak with me.