Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

“You don’t even know me.” “Everybody begins as strangers.” “And it doesn’t bother you that I can’t really stand you most of the time?” There’s a playful glint in his brown eyes. “I think that’s what I like most about you.”

“You’d be married to someone as a business arrangement, you know? One day, you’re going to have to tell other women that technically, you’re a divorcé.”

He holds eye contact. “I’m not worried about other women. Haven’t been for a long time.”

“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.”

“I remember every single thing about you, Kenny. In case you haven’t figured it out already, you’re my favorite subject to study.”