Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“Come on, Max,” I exhale, readjusting him. “You’ve gotta stop squirming.” “I know it’s weird to offer, but I can hold him if you wa—” “No,” I snap. “Geez.” “I mean, no, thank you. He doesn’t do well with women.” “Wonder where he got that from.”