The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

I have no clue how to act around someone so sensitive. She’s quite frightening.

“You should never have to beg someone to be ready for a future,”

“I made you coffee before I left for practice and put it in the fridge to cool so it wouldn’t get watered down when you added ice.”

It’s 2:57 when the front door quietly opens, and I’m sitting in the living room like someone’s father, disappointed by a missed curfew.

At some point, I should probably tell her that my love language is whichever one she wants it to be so she can stop guessing. I’ll make sure that girl feels loved however she needs.

I just need your quiet love because those moments are the loudest declarations I’ve ever heard. I want you for exactly who you are. I’m in love with you, Ryan Shay, and I don’t need the entire world to know that for it to be true.”

But let me make this clear, when it comes to her, I have no issue 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.”

“And because I love you and when I tell your dad that, I’ll be the one to say it.”