The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

moving in with my best friend’s brother sounds like a plot pulled straight from one of my favorite romance novels.

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

“Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”

It’s decided. I’m going to bring some color into Ryan Shay’s life if it’s the last thing I do.

And even though she’s big and bold in spirit, she’s soft. She has feelings. A lot of them.

there’s the romantic part of me that wants to continue living in the fantasy, even if it is a lie.

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

I’m over here trying my fucking hardest to be a gentleman while sharing a bed with my biggest weakness.

I can’t help but notice how well we fit together, how perfectly we mold even though we’re opposites in every other way.

“Do you have any pickup lines?” I quietly ask Ryan for no one else to hear. He shakes his head. “Nah. I’d rather pin you down than pick you up.”

if someone can’t see that you’re everything, then it’s them who's missing out.