Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

He was the wrong I knew deep in my heart was my right.

Chapter 22

Finn

She’s not a distraction

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep clearly wasn’t coming to me anytime soon. I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about Rory being at dinner with that asshole again or by her not texting me when she got home like she said she would.

Rolling over, I checked my phone again. This time, there was a message I had somehow missed.

With a wide grin, I opened it.

Rory: Home and exhausted and frustrated. Wish I could see you.

It was late, but I was responding back.

Me: I wish I could see you. Better yet, I wish I could hold you.

I was stunned when she replied.

Rory: How is Flash?

With a soft chuckle, I glanced down at the damn dog in my bed, snoring.

Me: At my feet. Damn thing won’t stop following me everywhere I go. He chewed up my shoe earlier. A station full of shoes and he finds mine to chew.

Rory: LOL! Means he loves you. How are Presley and Harmony doing?

Me: They’re great! Preston sent me a picture of them earlier. I’ll show you the next time I see you.

Rory: I can’t see now?

Me: Nope. I’m giving you something to look forward to.

Rory: Trust me…that is not what I’m looking forward to.

My dick jumped, and I sat up quickly. Taking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly before I typed my response.

Me: What are you looking forward to?

I was playing with fire, but goddamnit, I liked playing with it.

Rory: Your lips on mine. Your hands on my body. Being in your arms again.

She was going to kill me.

Me: When can I see you?

Rory: Is it wrong I want to say now :(

Me: No, Éan, it’s not wrong at all.

The tone rang out for a fire—damn!—and I quickly typed a goodbye to her.

Me: Alarm. Have to run. Later, babe.

She instantly replied.