The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

Ryan Shay doesn’t totally hate having me here.

I luv grumpy sunshine

Oh! And can you darken your eyes?” “Darken my eyes?”

I love her

Daily update—this is a few days late, but I gotta tell you something. I dry-humped your brother’s leg like a dog in heat.

I wouldnt want to hear this about cormac

“Ry.” I stop him at his door. He looks back to me, eyes desperate and begging. “Will you help me?” His head falls back, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.”

Took her long enough

“I bought us this house back in January.” Flipping to the last page of what I realize now is the deed, he points to the final line. “And if you don’t believe me, your name is right there.” It is. He put my name right along his on the title of the house with a date in January. Only days after his knee injury.

“I think that sounds like the right move.”