The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

“Aren’t you supposed to be the good guy of the NBA? I doubt stalking me would be good for your golden boy image.” A condescending laugh escapes me. “Says the guy who camped outside of my place of work to talk to a girl who wants

nothing to do with him. But let me

make this clear, when it comes to her, I...

ruining my reputation. I will burn the world down to protect her and I’ll proudly wave the match, so everyone knows I’m the one who did it.” I pop off the bar to go find Indy, but then I add one more thing. “You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, ...

“Why do you like reading fiction so much?” he asks without a hint of judgment. “How else would you get to live a thousand lives in the span of only one? The beauty of fiction is that it makes you feel things on a visceral level. You can cry with those characters, laugh with them. It teaches you to look at another’s perspective, to have empathy. In nonfiction, you simply learn about something instead of feeling it.”