The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

“That’s my girl,” he praises. “There you go.”

Grabbing my keys, I head towards the front door. “Ry, I’m heading to Michael’s.” Sitting on the couch with a book in his hands and his feet propped on the coffee table, Ryan stiffens before slowly lowering his book to his lap. “Say that again for me.” “I’m heading to Michael’s.” “And who the fuck is Michael?” Huh? As realization hits me, I try my hardest not to laugh. Jealous Ryan is hot, so I’ll let this play out before admitting that Michael’s is the craft store where I buy my embroidery thread to cross-stitch. “Don’t worry about it.” His brows rocket up towards his hairline. “Oh, don’t worry about it? Okay then.” “You don’t get to tell me what to do unless we're both naked.” He lifts his book again, refocusing his attention on the pages. “Have fun, but just know that you’re responsible for whatever happens to Michael tonight. In fact…” He eases into the couch as if he’s casually unaffected. “It’ll give me something to do later.” It’s then that I double over in laughter. “You’re insane.” Ryan peeks an eye over his book. “Michael’s is a craft store, you psychopath.”

He drops his book to the couch, slipping his arms around my waist. “I was about to body slam Michael through the floor.”

Rio stands in the doorway with a duffel bag in his hand. “I know you’re mad at him but let me make this moment about me. Indy, that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Ryan freaking Shay was standing on my front porch asking to come inside and I said no. Stevie should truly step aside because if that doesn’t earn the title of best friend, I don’t know what does.”

But later tonight, I’ll hopefully be the one saying thank you right after I ask for his blessing to marry his daughter. It was the first question I learned to sign, so you could say I’ve been practicing it for a while.