Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“You holding me like this in front of other people feels pretty intimate.” I quietly chuckle. “Yeah, well, sometimes I don’t give a shit about your rules, Miller, and right now is one of those times.” “Why haven’t you tried to break the one where you sleep in my bed?” Wait…what? I play with the hair framing her face, pushing it out of the way so I can see her better. “Do you want me to break that rule?” “I’m just wondering why you haven’t tried.” “You’re confusing the hell out of me, Montgomery.” “I’m confusing myself too.” I readjust my hold on them. “I haven’t tried to sneak into your bed mostly for your sake, because I’m fairly certain if we start having sleepovers, you’re going to low-key fall in love with me and I know how adamant you are about this remaining a fling.” A sleepy smile lifts on her lips. “I missed you.” Her jade green eyes shoot open at that, and I can’t help but quietly laugh at her exhausted candor. We’ve seen each other every day since she got to Chicago, so that’s not what she’s referring to. But taking care of a sick Max has been done in shifts, both of us too tired to do anything together once he’s finally asleep. “Told you, Mills. You’re already falling.” “I don’t fall in love.”