Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

We’re not friends. We’re just trying not to kill each other. And personally, I’m trying not to rip off his clothes.

“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.”