Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

She is cute. In the same way a tornado is cute. Or a pack of starved lions. Super cute.

“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.” “Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free. I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.” 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.”

“You flirting with me, Montgomery?” “Have been since we met. You gonna start flirting back?”

“Kai, I am not your problem.” My attention dips to her lips. “Be my problem.” Swallowing, she tilts her head, testing me. “Then do something to make me your problem.” Fuck me. I’m so frustratingly into this woman, so I do just that. I make her my problem.

Man with ocean eyes and freckled cheeks: Ryan. Woman with those same attributes: Stevie. Tattoos and chain: Zanders And the blonde ball of sunshine: Indy.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. Who fucks the single dad of the kid they’re nannying for?” Stevie pops her shoulders nonchalantly. “I fucked a hockey player on the team I was working for.” Indy points to Stevie. “I fucked her brother.” “I’m not fucking anyone,” Rio sighs. Kennedy takes a long drag of her cocktail. “My ex-fiancé is fucking my stepsister.”

“Fine.” My brother punctuates the word. “But I’m making you breakfast in the morning, and you’re going to like it. How do you like your eggs?” “Poached. Soft.” “Wonderful,” he deadpans. “I guess I’ll go watch some YouTube videos on how to do that because I have no fucking clue how to poach an egg, but I can promise you, they’re going to be perfect. So, good luck not falling in love with me tomorrow, Kennedy Kay!”

“Pressure is a privilege,