Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
December
My hands and feet were numb by the time I flounced into the office—an hour late thanks to the face-gnawing, subzero Chicago cold and particularly icy streets. For the thousandth time, I wondered if I would be better off buying a car—not that I could afford one—and braving the insane drivers rather than relying on public transportation. Changing out of my snow boots and into flats, I said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god had given me the sense to not try to walk to work today. I would have had frostbite on every part of my body.
“Hey, you made it in.” Miles greeted me warmly, sliding into his desk chair across the eight feet of space that separated our desks. In his hand was a piping hot cup of coffee, which I took gratefully.
“Barely
