Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“I never taught you that, you little psycho, but I wish I had.

“Just know that I loved her first.” I nod. “And I’ll love her always.”

“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”

“I’m always impressed by you, you know that. It really doesn’t take a lot. When you were a kid, you got a Lego stuck up your nose and I found that impressive.”