Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

The woman wouldn’t know what a boundary was if she tripped and fell right over one.

“Dear God, Kai. No wonder you have a kid. Just looking at you like this would get any woman pregnant.”

He tends to sit back and take care of everyone else, so… I just thought…” “You’d force his hand?” He shrugs. “Us men are simple creatures. Jealousy does wonders.

“Well, you see about that. Turns out, after about eight shots of tequila, she doesn’t hate me all that much.”