Mile High (Windy City Series Book 1)

Finally, she looks up at me. “What is this?”
“I told you. It’s the list of girls I see in those cities. It’s a little different now, but the concept is still the same.”
She focuses back on my phone, opening Los Angeles and then Seattle, finding them both blank. “There’s nothing in these.”
“That’s because we haven’t been there yet.”
She drops my phone on her stomach before crossing her arms over her face to hide. “Jesus. How are you real? Even when you’re caught being a fuckboy, you’re caught in the cutest way possible.”
She looks up at me, her eyes a little glossy.
“You’re my first choice, Vee. My only choice.” I brush her curls away from her freckled face. “Whether that’s in Chicago or any other city. It’s just you.”

Rosie, please tell Stevie that she’s going to owe me a very long, very naked shower after this.”
Stevie rolls her eyes once again. “Rosie, please tell your dad that he sounds like a pretentious a-hole right now.”
“Vee...” I narrow my eyes. “Rosie can’t speak.”
Her eyes close in frustration. “You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”

And one day, because of you, I’ll get to join the mile-high club.”
Okay, there he is.
I fall forward in laughter. “Ahh, I see. That’s the only reason you wanted to get with me, huh?”
“Exactly.” He smiles.
I place my hand on his, intertwining our ring-covered fingers. “The mile-high club is actually pretty inaccurate. When we fly, we’re more like seven miles in the air, not just one.”
“Fine. We will join the miles high club.”

“It’s not a date,” I correct, brushing my hands down my chest and smoothing my suit. “Stevie specifically said it wasn’t a date. Like multiple times.”
Maddison squints through the phone screen. “So, your table being set with candles and flowers is because this isn’t a date?”

“You’re in love with yourself.”
“Someone’s got to be,”

can feel his stare on me as I keep my eyes locked on the window exit. Partly to keep my eyes off him and partially to plan out my escape.
The plane isn’t taxiing that fast on the runway yet. I’m sure the road rash I’d endure from the jump out the window onto the asphalt would burn a whole lot less than Zanders’ gaze.

“Hey, Stevie?”
“Hmm.” Her head leans on her arms, facing me.
“I like talking to you.”

Her smile is really fucking pretty.

And not only did he buy me one pair, he bought me three in all different sizes.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out. “You’re unreal, Stevie girl.”