Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

“So, who is she?” On this day, where everything feels like a sign, I don’t hesitate when I say, “My future wife.”

THIS WAS THERE FIRST MEETING OMG

“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”

She’s so pretty and sometimes a little mean. It’s a lethal combination for me.

“Rhodes,” he says. “Her last name is Rhodes. Now get your fucking hands off my wife.”

“You live, laugh, love me?” “God, so fucking much.”

“Hey, Isaiah?” “Yeah?” “I live, laugh, love you too.”