“I’m in the office now,” I said into my phone. “It’s going to be perfect while I’m here.”

“I’m excited. Hopefully after Kennedy is born, I can come see it. I get the feeling you have decided you want to keep Chicago.”

I let out a sigh as I leaned back in my new office chair. The office around me was simple yet professional. Six rooms on the twenty-second floor of a building on South Wacker, complete with Sinful Threads etched in glass on the ...