Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

I think this might be what my heaven will look like, and if it’s not, well, then I don’t really want to go.

“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.”

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