Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

“Well, maybe that was the first time you were told, but I know for a fact it wasn’t the first time someone liked you.”

“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.

“Am I really that obvious, or are you just saying that?” She cackles. Wildly. Like a woman who downed two bottles of wine with her husband and best friends. “Rio, if you had ‘I’m in love with Hallie Hart’ tattooed across your forehead, it might be a little more subtle.” “Okay,” I say with a rising inflection. “It’s clearly past your bedtime, Mother.”

“Rio, playing for Boston is your childhood dream.” I shake my head. “You’re my childhood dream.”