The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

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

“And you don’t drink coffee?” “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.” His brows furrow, probably wondering how he landed the world’s most difficult roommate. “You only drink iced coffee? What about in the winter?” “It could be negative twenty, and I’ll hold an iced coffee in my hand while I wear my winter gloves.”

Sometimes history really means nothing when the right people walk into your life.