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.

“I love coffee. But I don’t drink hot coffee. I’m waiting for it to cool down, then I’ll add some ice. And creamer. Lots of creamer.”

“I love flowers.

“My favorite color? So glad you asked. Lavender.”

“Indigo? Like the color?”

“Sure thing. I’ll stop with the nickname, Blue.”

“Blue,”

I’m not sure why I acknowledge the nickname, but I find myself turning to face him as he pops his head out of the elevator.

“You know you can be yourself while doing this, right? You don’t have to be so poised and perfect. They’ll like you regardless.”