Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

Leaning back, I eye him. “Did you just give me a forehead kiss while I’m wearing my chef’s coat?” “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve made grown men cry while wearing this coat.” “Oh, I have no doubt about that, but girl bosses need forehead kisses too.”

“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.”