Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

I need to get out of here. Fake sick. Lie about an emergency, but if my heart keeps pounding at the rate it is, I might not have to fake much.

I guess you could say our dads are best friends too, but I’m not sure if dads have best friends. They’ve never called each other that,

Adult friendships are peak

“Sit the fuck down.” “Yep.”

We haven’t even told each other we like each other, though I’m pretty sure it’s mutual. I think. I don’t know for sure, but she hasn’t really given anyone else the time of day, so maybe?

This is basically the experience