Mile High (Windy City Series Book 1)

My mind is on Chicago, and my heart is in Pittsburgh

If shit-talking is a love language, then it’s ours, and I thoroughly plan on bantering with my wild girl for the rest of my life.

“And I think I just hated the fact that I didn’t hate anything about you.”

I’m in an unexpected stage of grieving as I try to heal from losing someone who is still alive. Someone who still lives across the street from me. In a way, I think it might hurt worse than losing someone to death. Those losses don’t necessarily choose to leave you.

“Because at this point, the risk of losing whatever this might be by not being myself with you is a lot scarier than showing you who I am. I like you, Vee

“Stevie?” Zanders whispers into the silence.

“Mm-hmm?”

“You are. You know that, right? You’re what I needed most in life.”

I know he doesn’t completely know me, but the parts he’s seen, make me feel seen. He knows the right things to say, and not in a blanket statement this-is-what-girls-like-to-hear way. But in a way that they’re catered just to me. He makes me feel good, whether that’s his small lingering stares, the sweet gift on Christmas, or the hot as hell kiss on New Year’s.

He makes me feel good.

“Vee, get over here,” he calls out, waving me over.

“Oh, I don’t think—”

“Get over here. I need all my girls together.”

u’d leave.”

“I would’ve followed you anywhere, but you never asked.”

“You never would’ve been alone. I would’ve followed you anywhere.”