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Liz Tomforde
Rewind It Back

<span style="">Rewind It Back is the fifth and final book in the bestselling Windy City series, which can also be read as a standalone!</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">HALLIE</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">When I was eleven, my family moved next door to his.</span><br><span style="">When I was thirteen, he was my first crush.</span><br><span style="">When I was sixteen, we fell for each other.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">And when I was nineteen, we broke each other’s hearts.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">Six years later, I’ve landed an internship with a big-name interior designer in a new city. Unfortunately, that city just so happens to be the one he plays hockey for.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">I thought Chicago was big enough to avoid him, until I get the surprise of a lifetime and unknowingly move in right next door. Even worse? The renovation project I’m assigned to in hopes of turning that internship into my full-time dream job…</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">It’s his house.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">But how am I supposed to update his bachelor pad into a family home when we can’t even stand to be in the same room?</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">I may have loved Rio DeLuca once, but I’m not that same girl anymore.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">RIO</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">I never thought I’d be the only single one left in my friend group. But after years of trying to find love, I’ve concluded it may not exist for me anymore.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">That is, until I accidentally hire Hallie Hart to renovate my house and our jaded history has me rewinding memories I’ve kept secret for years.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">You see, there’s something that my friends don’t know.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">That connection I’ve been looking for since I moved to Chicago, that one person some search their entire lives to find . . . I had already found her when I was twelve years old.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">And now the only girl I’ve ever loved is moving into the house next door.</span><br><span style=""><br></span><br><span style="">Again.</span><br>

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