Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“The view is killer compared to mine, though.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “You have a harbor view, Wes.”
He motioned to the window. “You have a Fenway view, Clare.”
My head turned to look out the window. “I guess it’s a pretty nice view.”
When I faced him again, he had been looking at me but turned his gaze back to the window.
“Thanks again, Wes,” I said as I moved past him and to the door.
“Right. I guess I’ll see you around then.”
Forcing a smile as I opened the door, I replied, “I’m sure you will.”
He walked past me and out the door. Turning around, he said, “If you don’t mind keeping what I told you to yourself. About Mandy.”
I brought my hand up to my lips and motioned like I was locking a key.
Wes gave a single nod then started toward the elevators. Shutting the door, I leaned against it and forced myself not to cry.
Wes was in love with his ex-girlfriend.
Wes
The Favor
A week had passed since I had spent the day with Clare. I had felt like utter shit when I left her apartment. I had thrown it up in her face twice that she hadn’t ever been in love. Twice. What an asshole.
To top it off, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I thought about her when I was at the gym, when I was working, and at night, the dreams I had about her had me waking up with dick in my hand and coming within seconds.
“Fuck,” I said as I pushed back from the desk and stared at my computer. I had opened a solar energy business with my brother Finn when I was still in New York, and had been more of a silent partner, until I moved back to Boston. I stood, grabbed my coat and headed to Finn’s office. With a quick knock on the door, I poked my head in. “I need a drink.”
He looked at his watch then at me. “It’s only one in the afternoon, Wes.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere. Want to join me?”
Frowning, he replied, “No, I’ve got a proposal I’m working on for the City of Boston. Remember, for the library?”
“Right. Do you need help?”
He stared at me for a moment before he turned his chair some to face me. “Are you okay? You seem…on edge?”
“I’m fine. Just have a lot on my mind.”
“Okay, well, if you need to talk about anything.”
“Why would I need to talk? Did Clare say something?”
That caused him to lean back in his chair and narrow his eyes at me. “What did you do to Clare? So help me God, Wes, if you did something to her and it pisses off Rory, I will kill you.”
I held up my hands. “I didn’t do anything to Clare.”
“Then why would she say something?”
Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I said, “No reason.”
Finn raised one brow.
“Honestly, it’s nothing. I’ve got a lot on my mind. If you need me for anything just text.”
Turning, I started to head out of the office.
“Where are you going?” Finn called out.
“Like I said, I’m going for a drink!” I shouted back over my shoulder. I stepped outside and shoved my hands into my jacket. It was windy and cold. But what else was I expecting from Boston in November?
I wasn’t even sure how long I walked for when I saw a pub. I stepped inside and made my way to the bar and slid onto a stool.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender asked.
“Give me a good Irish whiskey and make it a double.”
He knocked on the bar and turned to get the drink. Two seconds after he placed it on the bar, I downed it.
“Another?”
I nodded, the feel of the whiskey burning as it made its way down.
When he set the next one down, I took my time with it. I needed to get Clare out of my head and focus on what I should do next. I was going to ignore her words about Mandy and come up with a game plan to win her back.
“Wes? Is that you?”
The female voice caused me to turn around. Mandy stood there with another woman, a huge smile on her face.
“Mandy, what are you doing here?”
She tilted her head and asked, “I could ask the same of you. What are you doing here kicking back whiskey in the middle of the day and here in Boston?”
I let out a bubble of nervous laughter. “It’s been a long week, and I moved back to Boston.”
A look of surprise crossed her face and she adjusted the large amount of papers she held in her arms. “You moved back? For good? I mean, I heard you were in town a couple months back, but I didn’t know you had moved back.”
I lifted my hands. “I’m back, for good.”