Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Taking a quick glance back over to the hot lawyer, I nodded my head. “Spending the evening with family.”

There. That should give her the hint.

“Oh, I see. Well, if you ever feel like hanging out, give me a call.”

Focusing back on her, I smiled. “Will do, Jess. Have a good evening.”

I could see the disappointment in her eyes. It made me feel like shit, but she knew from the get-go it was simply a fuck and go. That’s what I did. What I’ve always done. Sometimes with more than one girl at a time.

She forced a smile. “See ya around, Finn.”

“See ya.”

Colton walked up with a shit-eating grin. “Damn, dude, once you poke and stoke ’em they’re hooked and hard to get rid of.”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “You’re an asshole.”

“Just call it like I see it.”

I’d had enough of this day. It was time to find out more about the lawyer and get the hell out of here. I turned back to where she had been standing, and my stomach dropped.

She was gone.

“Where did she go?” I asked while frantically looking around the room.

“The chick you were making eyes with?” Colton asked.

“Yeah.”

“She left.”

My jaw clenched. Son-of-a-bitch. Zeb walked up to me and stopped short, his expression concerned. “You have that look on your face again.”

“What look?” I bit out.

“The one where you want to rip someone’s head off.”

“Fuck. The lawyer left before I even got her damn name.”

Colton and Zeb both laughed. Some friends they were. “Damn, dude, I’ve never seen you this interested in a woman before. Maybe all your mom’s nagging is starting to sink in,” Colton said with a chuckle.

Shaking my head, I looked him in the eyes. “Fuck that. Did you see her ass?”

With a nod, he replied, “Yeah, I saw it all right. She shouldn’t be hard to track down. She works for the Cap’s wife at her law firm. I think I heard someone call her Lori maybe?”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw my mother’s name.

Mom: When will you be here?

Sighing, I typed back my response.

Me: Leaving the union meeting now and heading that way.

The gloomy expression on my face should have been a sign to my friends that I was not looking forward to this evening. “I’m heading to Preston’s pub. Mom is throwing me a surprise birthday party. You guys want to come?”

Zeb frowned. “If it’s a surprise party, how do you know about it?”

Lifting my brow, I asked, “Have you never met my mother, Zeb?”