Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Hey, Finn, what’s up?”

It was a young female voice, and I was guessing it was Angela, Finn’s sister.

“Harmony’s in labor.”

She screamed, and Finn chuckled.

“No way! Oh. My. God! I just finished the baby blanket I was knitting for her! Okay, who’s calling the parents and who’s calling Wes?”

“If you do one thing for me, I’ll call Mom.”

“Anything! If it saves me from one of her speeches, I’ll do anything.”

Finn looked at me and winked. “I was in the middle of a date. One I really didn’t want to end, so Rory will be with me. Keep Mom at a distance, will you?”

She gasped. “A date? With one girl? Like not two, right?”

An uneasiness moved across my body. Two?

“Angie, I have you on speaker, and Rory’s sitting next to me.”

“Shit. Oh um…hi, Rory!”

I forced myself to speak, praying my voice wouldn’t crack. “Hi there.”

“I was totally kidding! Ignore me. It’s not every day Finn goes on a date. Well, I mean he goes out with women, but usually it’s more of a—”

“Angie, can you please stop talking?” Finn asked in a frustrated voice.

“Yes! I will stop right now. I’m hanging up and calling Wes.”

“Bye, sis.”

“Bye, Rory!” she called out.

“Goodbye, Angela.”

“Call me Angie!”

I chuckled. “Angie it is.”

Finn waited a few seconds before taking my hand in his. “I’m not going to lie and tell you this is normal. It’s not. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet my family before.”

Sickness quickly hit my throat. How many women had Finn been with? Clearly my father had some idea, if he’d already formed his own opinion of him. Even Russell made mention of Finn’s reputation.

Was I in over my head? Could a guy like Finn really settle down with a girl like me? One with hardly any sexual experience? He was probably used to women doing all sorts of things with him. Maybe I was a challenge for him?

My chest heaved up and down, and I was ready to ask Finn to bring me home when I jumped at the sound of a phone ringing.

“Well, if it isn’t my baby boy.”

I hid my grin while Finn groaned. “That would be Preston, Ma.”

“Nonsense. Each of you is my baby boy. How are you doing, sweetheart? Are you eating good? How is that puppy dog you’re taking care of? Did you figure out why the captain is punishing you?”

I turned to look at him. “No, Ma. I haven’t.”

“Well, hang in there. Your father knows Captain Adams, and said he’s a good guy and takes care of his men.”