Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“You’ve got a cute kid.” You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.

“I know it’s weird to offer, but I can hold him if you wa⁠—” “No,” I snap. “Geez.” “I mean, no, thank you. He doesn’t do well with women.” “Wonder where he got that from.”

“Maybe he should loosen up every once in a while. He’s got a cute-ass kid and an even cuter smile when he shows it.”

“I’m not grumpy,” I state in a tone that sounds real fucking grumpy.

“If you’re as terrible of a listener in the bedroom as you are in real life, Miller, I can promise you this, you wouldn’t be allowed to come.” Those pretty lips part, jade eyes wide. “Two can play this game, Montgomery. Now, let’s go.” I nod toward the other side of the house once again. Her lips press together, holding back a grin. “You keep talking like that, Kai, and I’ll be ditching the ‘baseball’ part and just be calling you ‘daddy.’”

“I’m also very good at poker.” “Well, thankfully my fifteen-month-old doesn’t have much money to his name.”

“You should stay.” Okay…I have no idea why I suggested that.

“You flirting with me, Montgomery?” “Have been since we met. You gonna start flirting back?”

I’m a thirty-two-year-old man getting caught in bed by someone’s father.

I guess we’re making some motherfucking banana bread.

“They called us cute.” “How dare they.” His head jerks back. “The last word I’d ever use to describe you is ‘cute.’” “Exactly. God, you know me so well.”

There’s no part of me that wants to be in the kitchen. I only want to be with them.

“And it’s in there because I’m so fucking in love with you, it’s too painful not to be able to see you every second of the day.”

“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 love you, Malakai, and I love your son.”