Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

“You could do the exact same thing, you know. Hire a designer. Upgrade that hockey frat house of yours if you’re serious about selling.”

I wasn’t sure I was ready to sign six more years of my life away from Boston. Away from my hometown. Away from my family.

Yes, I do. Truthfully, I’d like to miss the whole game.

The ice is blinding white. The music is blaring. The chill is sudden.

Of fucking course they are.