Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

His lip twitches in a smirk. “Jealous.” Finding a nearby shirt, he slips it on, followed by his hat. Backward, of course, because my body needed another reminder that it’s willing and able and very much not disgusted by my drunken choice of husband. “Ready?” Isaiah slips the room key into his back pocket. “Ready for what?” “To go to the store.” Confusion is written all over my face. “You’re going out with Travis and Cody.” “I was only going with them because I didn’t have any other plans. But now I have plans, so let’s go.” “A run to the drugstore doesn’t qualify as plans.” “It does to me.” He holds the door open for me. “C’mon, Kenny, let’s go be domestic.”