Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

It had been a week since I’d seen Rory, and I couldn’t get that last encounter out of my head. She’d acted like she wanted me to kiss her. And I was tempted to kiss her, but I didn’t want it getting back to her father. Plus the asshole lawyer coworker of hers was standing there.

I peered down to Flash. “Finally, boy, we get a day off.”

Flash barked and attempted to jump up on me. “No! Down.”

He didn’t listen—surprise, surprise. But I wasn’t prepared for his leash to jerk right out of my hand. And I really wasn’t prepared for him to take off like he had a jet up his ass. Straight into the middle of the Ferns. I knew where the little bastard was heading.

“Flash! Damn it, get back here!” I yelled out.

Running as fast as I could, I watched as he scampered in and out of crowds of people. “Sorry! Shit! Sorry about that, ma’am!”

“Get your damn dog on a leash, asshole!”

Turning around, I shot the bicyclist the finger and yelled back, “Can’t you see the leash trailing him, you dickhead?”

When I spun around, I came to an abrupt halt. Flash was licking the face of a lady. Who was lying on the ground. With Flash standing over her.

“Please tell me he didn’t knock you down.”

She laughed and sat up. “Well, I saw you chasing him so I bent down, but he was coming in hot.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, he is a firehouse dog, and named Flash.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? A firefighter, huh?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Damn. It was too easy. Women loved firefighters. It had brought a lot of pussy my way over the years.

Standing, she brushed off her jeans. “Julie Pringle.”

I lifted my brows. “Like the chips?”

She giggled. “Yes!” She glanced down at Flash, then peeked back up at me. “So you know my name, and I know your dog’s name. What about your name?”

My hand extended toward hers. “Finn Ward.”

“Nice to meet you…Finn Ward. Do you both run here often?”

Taking a quick glance around, I nodded. “Yes. I’ve only had Flash for a little bit, but he’s managed to make my life a living hell, so we run and play until I basically wear his ass out.”

Julie handed me Flash’s leash. “Dalmatians are full of energy. I’m a vet tech, so I know.”

“Really? So then you would know when they finally grow out of this chewing stage.”

With a pat on the dog’s head, she looked me directly in the eye and said, “It may never end.”

I stepped back in a state of horror. I can’t live like this. This dog is going to eat everything I own. Everything.

“Looks like Flash has been causing a bit of drama, huh?”

Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “You have no idea.”

“Maybe you should talk to someone about it. Like me for instance, over dinner. Tonight.”

Damn, this woman is blunt. I was tired of women throwing themselves at me. It was all meaningless now.

My eyes widened at my sudden realization.