Hunter’s POV

Chicago’s skyline was showcased outside the hotel suite window, city lights reflecting on Lake Michigan. I loosened my tie, watching Grace spread documents across the coffee table. She’d been keeping a careful distance since we arrived yesterday, speaking only about work. I wondered if she was still pissed about me asking about Max. She didn’t know I was only trying to protect her.

“The numbers look solid,” she said, not looking up. “But these projections for the ...