Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

I shake my head in disbelief. “Your daughter is unhinged.” “She’s the best, right?” Monty’s chest rumbles at my annoyance.

I’m not quite sure what’s so fascinating to me about her thighs, but they’re thick and muscular, the kind you get from years of playing softball. And I can’t stop imagining how blissfully constricting they’d feel around my waist. Or even better—my face.

But if you’re questioning if you made the right decision, you’ve already made the wrong one.

But you know what’s better than being the best at something you don’t love? Being mediocre at something you do.”

You keep me grounded, Kai, and I’ll keep you wild.”