Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“You’ve got a cute kid.”

You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.

The only presence of a woman that’s stuck is my buddy’s fiancée, but even then, it took him a minute to warm to her.

Ahhhh Indy!!!!!

“I know it’s weird to offer, but I can hold him if you wa⁠—”

“No,” I snap.

“G...

“I mean, no, thank you. He doesn’t do well with women.” “Wonder wher...

“Oh, well that’s good. I mean, that’s not good. Or maybe it is good? Who am I to say? Goddamn, this elevator is taking forever.” She slaps a palm over her mouth, her eyes darting to Max. “I mean, gosh dang it.”

That finally makes me chuckle, a small grin sliding across my lips.

She softens a bit. “He do...

“Maybe he should loosen up every once in a while. He’s got a cute-ass kid and an even cuter smile when he shows it.” She lifts her Corona to me before chugging the rest and exiting the elevator. “Thanks for the ride, Baby Daddy. It was…interesting.”

I love butter. Imagine being the person who created God’s greatest gift to mankind. I could kiss them for their discovery. With bread? Perfection. Melted onto a baked potato? Heaven sent.

Shes not wrong

I love my daughter to death, but she’s a runner and the last thing she wants is to get caught.”

Rol credits

“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”

DYING

“He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”

And every Sunday evening, the two of them host family dinners with guests including his twin sister, Stevie, and her fiancé, Zanders, starting defenseman for Chicago’s NHL team. Zanders’ blue line mate, Rio, is a constant here, as are my son and I. The other guys sometimes bring a few of their teammates too and Isaiah tags along if he doesn’t have any other plans lined up.

Ugh i love this found family

“If you’re as terrible of a listener in the bedroom as you are in real life, Miller, I can promise you this, you wouldn’t be allowed to come.” Those pretty lips part, jade eyes wide. “Two can play this game, Montgomery. Now, let’s go.” I nod toward the other side of the house once again.

Her lips press together, holding back a grin. “You keep talking like that, Kai, and I’ll be ditching the ‘baseball’ part and just be calling you ‘daddy.’”

to get caught up in pretending I still have the freedom to be that man.

She likes my son. My son likes her, and that makes me like her just a bit more.

I thought it would fuck him up. I thought me raising him would fuck him up, but he seems to be doing all right.

I feel so bad for how much guilt Kai has in him

My brother turns around to show off his butt, looking back at it. “This old thing?”

“Not you,” she shouts back, nodding in my direction. “I’m talking about the hot single dad over there! Number twenty-one.”

Ahhhh yesssss

“Him?” Isaiah asks, throwing a thumb toward me. “He’s old as hell.”

“What can I say?” Miller yells to the field. “I’ve got a thing for older guys!” She punctuates that with an admiring whistle of her lips.

“You look like a kangaroo wearing him like that.”

“But like a hot kangaroo, yeah?”

Ahhh I love how blunt miller is!!!

“He’s never been to one of my games before,” I tell her, my voice a bit hoarse. “Thank you for bringing him, Mills.”

Awww I love this nickname!!

A single brow lifts. “Mills, huh?”

“Don’t try to ruin the moment with humor, Montgomery. I’ll call you whatever the hell I feel like.”

STOP ahhhhh

“Yes, Daddy.”

OH SHES FERAL!!!!

“I’m going to go show him around the dugout.” I lean down, picking up Max’s hat, but as I walk backward, I keep my attention on her. “I don’t see you wearing number twenty-one. Where’s your jersey?”

Stop right now!!!

“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”

LFG!!!!!!!

I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”

Okaaaaay Kai!!!!

Miller’s lips part, a shocked and satisfied grin lifting on the corners. “Well, with that kind of promise, I’ll be sure to wear it next time.”

MILLER!!!!

The only guilt I have is due to my coach’s daughter occupying a bit too much of my brain space lately.

wanting to walk down to the lobby with her, wanting to show up in front of my teammates together in hopes they’d understand she’s off-limits for tonight. She’s off-limits always. For them and for me.

Whatever you say!!

“Don’t need a horde of women.”

“Of course, you don’t. Because you’re only interested in one.”

Thank you for finally saying it Isaiah!!!

“She’s Monty’s kid.”

… and there it is

I lower my lips to her ear. “Is that what you need to hear, Miller? That I think you’re hot? Do you really need to hear me say I can’t keep my fucking eyes off you when you’re in the room, or have you finally picked up on that?”

Ahhhhhhhhh

“No. I like watching you beat yourself up over wanting to look at me. It’s much more satisfying to know I piss you off than it would be to know I turn you on.”

“Well, much to my frustration you, Miller, are excellent at both.”

When I agreed to this, I didn’t realize I’d be as annoyed with the lack of solo time. But Kai should know, it doesn’t matter which of his teammates it is, I have no interest in anyone else here. There’s been a single dad on my mind far too much for me to have the brain space for anyone else.

AHHHHH YESSSSSSS

Okay, I lied. There’s a chance I’m going to jail tonight.

Kai’s inner monologue is the best

“Oh my God! You’re impossible. You need to go. I’m not your problem to worry about.”

“Yes, the fuck you are.”

“Kai, I am not your problem.”

“Be my pr...

“Then do something to make me you...