The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

I’m not easily distracted, but if I could manifest my perfect distraction, it’d look a lot like her.

“Wipe that mischievous grin off your face.”

“But we need some ground rules.” “Like?” “Like what we’re going to do once you inevitably fall for me. Do I let you down easy or do I exploit all the newfound emotions you’re going to feel once you realize you’re in love with me?”

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

“Ryan Shay cares about me!”

“How much caffeine did you have tonight? Jesus.” “None. I’m high on life, baby!”

“Do you think I’m a trainwreck, Ryan?” I huff a laugh. “You’re more like a cute little fender bender.”

“Half of my income though…” I continue. “I donate to charity.” “Really? Where to?” “Well, currently I’m housing this flight attendant who is terrible at cleaning up after herself. Total charity case. Tragic story, really.”

“Okay, matchmaker.” “What can I say? I’m in love!”

“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.”

“Read with me?” “God.” My head falls back. “Talk dirty to me, why don’t you.”