Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

I just want to know what it’d feel like.” “You want to know how what feels like?” “To be yours.”

“She’s not my blood, but she’s my girl,” Monty says from beside me. “And she looks at your boy, who is not her blood, in the same way I look at her.

“You put me first when I forgot how to. You reminded me what it felt like to be important, to be chosen first.

I’d do it all over again. I’d fall in love with you all over again. I’d break my heart all over again because loving you was one of the two greatest surprises of my life.”

“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 hope you’re out there finding your joy because you’re the reason we found ours.

“I don’t like the term ‘settling down.’ I didn’t settle for anything. I simply stopped running when the two best boys I know caught me.”