The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

“Oh, come on. If we’re going to be acting, we may as well go all in. Do you know how to flare your nostrils in anger?” My breakfast almost comes back up. “What?” “If you see me across the room, talking to another man, I need you to stare intently then flare your nostrils. Or grind your molars together and tic your jaw.”

“All I can think about is seeing you smile and trying to be the reason you are.”

“I’m sorry someone let you believe you were hard to love, because, Blue, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Ryan’s stunning smile sparkles. “Read with me?” “God.” My head falls back. “Talk dirty to me, why don’t you.”