The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

When did I say that? I’m a romance reader. I have a thing for assholes.

“We aren’t into bras?” “We? I personally don’t love wearing one with my pajamas, but you do you.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “Judgment free zone.”

“Ever hear the phrase ‘she’s not like other girls’?” He gives a small nod of his head. “Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”

Ryan turns to face me, looking ridiculously fuckable without trying.

“Stop looking at her,” I warn. “Go hit the showers or get to the airport or just about anything other than look at her. She’s not available.” “So, you are hitting that.” Dom nods in approval. “No, I’m not hitting that. And neither are any of you. Stop looking at her or she’ll be the last thing you ever fucking see.” “Ooooh. Protective Shay is here, and his sister is nowhere to be found. Someone write this date down. History is being made, people. Ryan Shay gives a fuck about someone other than Stevie and something other than basketball.”

I know this is all pretend, but fuck, I’d be lying if I said that didn’t do something to my insides.

“Ryan, my guy, you’re so completely fucked, and you can’t even see it.”

“Wearing these itty-bitty shorts and bending over in my kitchen. Don’t act all innocent, Blue.”

“That Disney princess you’ve got at home is getting you all emotional.”

But here, with him holding me, we don’t feel all that different.

“Nah. No need to be jealous when I know what’s mine. I’m the one you’re going home with.”

“He got down on one knee, so I got on two,”

Alex may have drained the old me, but the real me, I have plenty left to give. And I think I’d like to give the real me to Ryan if he wants it. I think he’d treat my heart with kindness.

but there’s no denying I will be careful with Ryan Shay’s heart for as long as he lets me have it.

You’ve been like a flash of lightning straight to my heart and I’ve been done for ever since.

“Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest,”

“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.”

“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.”

“I love that you read romance novels to feel something. I love that you love flowers and plants because nurturing and allowing something to grow is second nature to you. I love that you experience every emotion so hard it takes over your entire body. But baby, I want to be the one to make you feel how your favorite books do. I want to be the one to give you children to nurture and grow. When you think of me, the only emotion I want you to feel is unconditional, earth-shattering love. Because when I look at you, I see my entire future and I can’t stand to live in a world where you look at me and don’t see the same thing.”

“I think that sounds like the right move.”

I figured it is only fair that since you bought me a house, I should blow you in every room of it.”