Play Along (Windy City #4)

by Liz Tomforde

“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”

You’re allowed to be mad at me. It won’t change how I feel about you.

“Ready?” Isaiah slips the room key into his back pocket. “Ready for what?” “To go to the store.” Confusion is written all over my face. “You’re going out with Travis and Cody.” “I was only going with them because I didn’t have any other plans. But now I have plans, so let’s go.” “A run to the drugstore doesn’t qualify as plans.” “It does to me.” He holds the door open for me. “C’mon, Kenny, let’s go be domestic.”

“Will you pick a favorite color for me?” I huff a laugh under my breath. I vaguely remember thinking about this answer before. “Yellow.” “Yellow.” He appraises my answer. “Why yellow?” “It’s like you. Bright. Happy.” Reminds me of the sun. “Yellow,” he repeats. “Good color. My favorite color, in fact.”

“It’s kind of fucked up that you’d pick your brother over your husband.” “What can I say? We’ve got history.” “Yeah, well we’ve got history too, Kennedy. You just haven’t been paying attention.”

“Excuse me?” I stand from my seat. “Watch your fucking words when you’re speaking to my wife.”

“Eyes are up here, wifey.” “I’m a doctor, Rhodes. Aced anatomy, in fact. I know where your eyes are located. I just don’t care right now.”