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.”

His smile is warm as he looks down at me, and maybe that’s exactly what my cold needs.

“If you stop worrying about unworthy men, maybe you’ll begin to realize that you’re not the problem.”