The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

I knew she was pretty. I’m not blind, but there’s no way she was as beautiful as they recalled. I was certain they played it up in their minds. They didn’t.

They were right—she’s stunning, and I hate it. I’m not easily distracted, but if I could manifest my perfect distraction, it’d look a lot like her.

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.”

“Your real name is Indy?” “Indigo, actually. But I prefer Indy.”

His eyes lift to me before they trail down my face, glide along my neck, and linger a little longer on my chest. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, and my nipples harden from the attention, straining against the thin tank top. He smirks at that, and fuck, is it gorgeous.

Hey now

A pop of lavender peeks out from under the pile of pillows. New sheets in my favorite color, and I don’t know how to process how I feel about him remembering that.

How much did it hurt to buy something that wasn’t black or white? Almost killed me.

“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 t...

“Indy, this is the General Manager of the Devils, Ron Morgan.” “Nice to meet you,” she says with a bright beaming smile because of course she has no problem meeting strangers. I place my hand on her lower back. It’s the first time I’ve really touched her, and she instantly stiffens from the contact. “Mr. Morgan, this is Indy…my girlfriend.”

“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg or something?” “Now that you say it.” She cocks her head to the side, eyes roaming my length. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what you look like on your knees, Shay.”

She pulls away and instantly, I miss the connection. “It’s that charming thing I’ve got going.”

Fuck, she’s pretty.

“Deal. Although, you could learn a thing or two from my book boyfriends. You do have that broody, mysterious thing going for you already though.” “And that devastatingly handsome thing,” I add for her.

“For someone who likes to have control, it does sound awfully nice when you beg.”

“Rideshare. It works perfectly with my flight schedule. I can work when I’m home.” “Indy, no…that’s…that could be dangerous.”

“No. Not at all, actually. I think that’d be fun, but I just got out of a six-year relationship. If he finds out—” “Good. Let him think we’re together. Fuck that guy.”

I don’t know what causes me to say it. Maybe it’s the downturn of her lips or her sad brown eyes that I’m afraid will start watering soon. Or maybe it’s the thought of her ex assuming he’s come out victorious, but it slips out of my mouth before I have time to fully think this through. “When’s the wedding?”

“I’ll be your date for the wedding.”

If your little shithead ex is taking a date, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go alone.”

But knowing Indy’s ex is a fan of mine is going to make this fake boyfriend thing all the more enjoyable. “Wipe that mischievous grin off your face.” She playfully pushes my head away. “I can’t. This is going to be fun.”

“Not so fast. If I’m going to even consider taking you to this wedding, I’m going to need to turn you into one of my book boyfriends first.”

I LOVE THIS GIRL

Oh! And can you darken your eyes?” “Darken my eyes?” “Yeah. When you pretend to get angry or act really turned on, can you darken your eyes?” “No, I can’t fucking darken my eyes. What the hell are you reading?”

“Book Boyfriend How-To.”

“Indy-pendent Woman 101.”

And here I was about to offer my expensive girlfriend the opportunity to take my credit card out for a spin. Now that you say it, I’m pretty sure my entire wardrobe got lost in the move. That’s weird because your bedroom door still won’t close thanks to all the clothes sitting on the floor. Oh, that’s where it all went! Lucky you, I’m covered for this one.

I love their bickering

Kai Rhodes is a good guy and one hell of a baseball player. Starting pitcher for the Windy City Warriors,

“So, what’s with baseball’s Clark Kent?” Dark Hair. Dark-rimmed glasses. Tall. He fits the bill.

I want her here. I want her to want to be here.