Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“You’ve been taking care of my heart, Mills, and I’ve been taking care of yours.”

“You put me first when I forgot how to. You reminded me what it felt like to be important, to be chosen first. I know you wanted this to be easy and detached, but you’re fucking in here.” His fingers meet his chest,

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

I love this!

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

Me enamoré!