Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

keep jogging and as soon as I can reach her, I pull her into my body, both arms wrapping around her shoulders. “Did you see him?” I ask, my words slightly muffled against her hair. “Did you see him walk?” She nods against me, her arms snaking around my waist. “He did so well.” “Thank you. For bringing him to me. I’m so glad I didn’t miss that.” “I promised you.”

“Can we forget about some of my rules? For the rest of the week while I’m here? I just want to know what it’d feel like.” “You want to know how what feels like?” “To be yours.”