Mile High (Windy City, #1)

by Liz Tomforde

“Hey, Stevie?” “Hmm.” Her head leans on her arms, facing me. “I like talking to you.”

I want it. I want her.

“You following me?”

“I don’t want anyone else, Stevie. There isn’t anyone else. Don’t you get it? You’re the

only choice. You’ve been stuck in my fucking head since October. Ever since that day you decided to put me in my place on that airplane.”

They fill me with the hope that maybe one day there will be even more between us. That maybe one day I will love this woman, and maybe somehow, she will find a way to love me.

“You’re my personal version of heaven, Stevie girl.”

Stevie, at her core, will always be the thrift-store-loving, shelter-volunteering, baggy-jeans-and-dirty-Air-Force-wearing girl that I’m obsessed with.

“Whether that’s in Chicago or any other city. It’s just you.”

“Thank you for choosing me,”

“It’s the best decision I ever made.”

“I have a fucking girlfriend, okay? And she’s right there.” He motions towards me, completely fed up and frustrated. “So please, for the love of God, shut the fuck up.”

sometimes a girl just needs her dad.