The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

SCREAMINGGGGG

When did I say that? I’m a romance reader. I have a thing for assholes.

I love being like other girlies <3

He doesn’t deserve shit from you, including your tears.”

“Are you asking where I fuck, Blue?”

BROOOOOOOOO

“I was thinking about you the whole game.”

RYAN SHAY THE FCKN MAN YOU ARE

“You’re not paying rent anymore, by the way. So that should solve the whole driving random strangers home from the bars thing.” Her dance moves halt. “Ryan!” I roll my eyes. “I was saving it for you anyway. So just…put it towards whatever you’re saving for.”

GODDAMN

want to kiss her, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

Indy is not the type of woman you can simply flush from your system after a single night. She’s the kind to seep into your veins and rewire your brain, making you do and say things you swore you never would. Whether she believes it or not, Indigo Ivers is the type of woman you keep forever, and even though I can pretend to be her boyfriend, there’s no way in hell I could pretend that one night with her wouldn’t completely fuck me up.

“Blue.” My attention is torn away from Ryan’s backside to find blue-green eyes amused and watching me. He’s still bent over but looking back. “Are you checking out my ass right now?”

STOP IT RIGHT NOW

“Are you okay? Let me get you another drink.” He slides a thumb over my cheekbone. “You’re far too pretty to be covered in—” “Get your fucking hands off her.” Ryan shoves Connor. “Fuck you! You could've hurt her.”

“Indy, I’m not blind, but even if I were, I’m pretty sure I could touch your face and understand just how fucking stunning you are, but it’s not the first thing I see anymore.”

“Make your own goddamn dinner, Shay.” A content laugh rumbles in my chest. “There’s my girl.”

im dead