Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

And I can’t stop imagining how blissfully constricting they’d feel around my waist. Or even better—my face.

“It’s never too late to go deep in me, Baseball Daddy.”

Life is about finding your joy, living in a way that brings you and others happiness. So, I guess the real question is, does your career make you happy?

“What I’m trying to say is that my brother deserves the world and for him, you are the world.”

“No, baby. I’m not sad. I’m happy. I’m just crying because I love you so much.” Fuck. Now I’m going to start crying.

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

“Fuck your rules, Miller!” he bursts, pacing the hallway that leads to his room. “I’m not asking you to love me back.”

I’d break my heart all over again because loving you was one of the two greatest surprises of my life.”

“Please don’t tell me if you don’t. But especially don’t give me any hope because if you do, I have a feeling I’d chase you across the country until you were caught.”

“I love you. God, I love you so much, Miller, it feels like it might kill me.”

“If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”

“Dadda, sad,” he says, and

I hold her, this girl I’m hopelessly in love with, and I only fall further when she places a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth and whispers, “Let’s go get our boy.”