Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I glanced over to Angie, who stood silent, but had a huge smile on her face.
“And you, Finn. You’ve fallen in love with a woman who twenty-four hours ago begged you to remember how much she loves you. Then she suddenly gets a wild hair to break up with you, her daddy tells you it was all part of her plan, and you believe him? Oh my gosh. I’ve only heard bits and pieces, and I can already tell you the father is controlling, probably has been this girl’s whole life, and she was forced into breaking up with you. Now she’s asking to talk to you and you say no?”
She knocked on her head with her fist. “Hello? Earth to Finn.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I replied, “She’s an adult, Alexia.”
The girl lifted a brow. “An adult who kept her relationship secret from her father for fear he would find out. Now, I do wonder what in the world would make her so scared to tell her father she was dating you that she would keep it a secret, but obviously it was something—something she just reached out to you for help with.”
I wanted desperately to ask her to keep going, but instead I glanced over to Angie and said, “Don’t you think you should be taking Dr. Laura home or to school or whatever it is you guys do?”
Angie walked over to Wes. She hugged and kissed him goodbye. “Let me know if he destroys another phone.”
Wes winked. “I will.”
She made her way over to me. She looked at my black eye and shook her head. “You look like shit, Finn.”
I nodded my head. “Thanks, Angie.”
She hugged me tightly. “Don’t push her away, Finn. I know you’re hurt and angry but trust me when I say you need to talk to her.”
As she gazed into my eyes, I said, “I can’t right now, Angie.” Glancing down at the floor, I repeated, “Not right now.”
She kissed me on the forehead. “Don’t wait too long, Finn. If you do, she’ll move on.” Not taking her eyes off me, she added, “Isn’t that right, Wes?”
My head snapped up to look at Wes. He frowned, then looked away.
Angie and her friend headed out, though not before giving Flash some love. Once the door shut, I reached down for an unopened bottle of beer.
“What the fuck do they know?” I mumbled as I walked to the door that led to the balcony. The cool air felt crisp and clean.
Wes nodded. “Yeah. What do they know?”
Glancing at the beer in my hands, I turned to Wes. “I’m going for a run. I need to clear my head.”
Two weeks after Rory had written me her breakup letter, I was lying in my bed at the station and staring at the ceiling.
“Ward? You up for a run?”
Colton had been doing whatever he could to get my spirits lifted the last few weeks. None of it had worked, because I didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. Every time I saw Captain Adams, I looked the opposite way. I figured he would be rubbing it in. Giving me a smile that said he won and I lost. He didn’t do that, though. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding me as much as I avoided him.
I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I had sat in my car one day and waited all day hoping to see Rory. When a cab had pulled up and she’d emerged from it, my breath caught. She looked tired. I could see the same sadness on her face that I saw on mine every single morning. Before she’d walked into her building she’d stopped and looked around before heading in.
“Nah. I’m not in the mood.”
“Jesus, Finn. You’ve got to snap out of it. Either talk to her or move on.”
I sat up and stared at him. “You still dating Melissa?”
His face dropped. “No. She broke things off a few weeks back.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t commit to the relationship.”
Frowning, I replied, “I’m sorry about that, dude.”
With a short, empty chuckle, he said, “It was my fault.”
Nodding, I asked, “You want to go out tonight?”
He grinned. “Are you going to sulk or try and enjoy yourself?”
I smiled. “I guess the only way to move on is to enjoy myself.”
“And is moving on what you want to do, Finn?”
Before I had a chance to answer, an alarm sounded and we both started hustling. The last fucking thing I wanted to do was go out. But if it meant forgetting the pain in my chest for a while, I was willing to give it a shot. I pulled my pants on, then my jacket. Grabbing my helmet, I slipped it on and went to get into the truck. Cap’s gaze caught mine. It was hard not to notice the sadness in his eyes.