The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

“You’d be good to someone. You’d make someone happy. I can tell.”

Dammit. I know she’s going to think this is deeper than it is. She’s going to romanticize me buying fucking breakfast meats because that’s who she is, but it’s nothing. Really.

Feeling her smile against my skin, I pull her other leg into my lap as Indy wraps her arms around my neck from behind. “Do you think he loved you the right way, Blue?” “I don’t know. He loved me loudly. I think

“Sometimes the quietest love is the loudest,”

“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.”

“You don’t think I know that? I haven’t seen black and white since the second you walked into my apartment. Now it’s pink-painted

painted toes, purple clothes, green plants, and those goddamn yellow curtains.” He shakes his head. “And so much fucking Blue. All I see is Blue.”