Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

Fine. Rio, you back or what? Me Your care and concern for me hold no bounds. Honey, I’m home! Ryan I hate this. Me I know. The distance was hard for me too, Ryan. Ryan I’m leaving this group chat. He does for only a split second before his wife adds him back.

“I pick a song when something cool or important happens so I can remember it. Then when I want to relive a moment, I rewind it back and start the song from the beginning.”

She rolls her eyes. “You can give it a rest, Rio. I get it. You’re going to make sure I’m late.” I’m going to make sure she doesn’t go at all.

Okay Mr. Petty 🤣

“Almond milk, if I remember correctly.” I take it from him, grateful for the swift attempt of moving forward. “Perfect. Thank you.” I don’t tell him that I don’t like almond milk. I only ordered it when we were younger because I knew he’d ask for a sip of my latte since he couldn’t handle the amount of caffeine if he ordered his own, and I didn’t want the dairy to bother him.

“I’m going to do it!” His tipsy grin is way too big. “I’m going to go ask for her number.” “Hey, Rook?” He looks my way, so stupidly excited. “Yeah?” “Sit the fuck down.” “Yep.”

Lmaooo overprotective

“Yeah, well you’re not his, so tell him to keep his hands to himself too.” Her eyes drop to my mouth. “I’m not yours either.” We’ll see.

“You sure look good in my shirt for not being mine.” “Get fucked, DeLuca.” I smile as I open the door. “Would love to. You just let me know when and where, Hart.”

This knowing grin spreads on her lips. “You could always…” She shrugs. “I don’t know, call for backup? Word on the street is you’ve got a new neighbor. Any chance she’s good with kids?”

She is always plotting. I love it lol

CDs which I know she’s stoked about because they’re becoming increasingly difficult to find.

CDs are hard to find?? It’s 2025 and I still can find them anywhere. I thought cassettes were her thing??

“You single, Hal?” I finally give him the long-awaited answer, nodding to tell him yes. “Good.” He takes a slow predatorial step towards me, tone sharp and leaving no room for question. “Because we aren’t fucking friends.” With that declaration, he grips the side of my neck and slams his mouth onto mine.