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Chapter 2
There was still no snow falling—one tiny thing for which to be grateful for at least—but the wind was cruel and the dark, looming sky made it obvious that not only would the snow start happening any time now, but that once it started, it would be persistent, fierce, and fast. Scott pushed past the doorman that was far too happy for someone with tearing eyes and wind-raw cheeks, then hurried through the foyer to catch the elevator before the doors closed. He rode in solitude and silence up to the fifteenth floor, which was exactly the way he liked it. It was his lobbying that could be thanked for the quiet ride, and while there were several owners and tenants in the building that hadn’t appreciated Scott’s meddling, Scott couldn’t have cared less about their opinions. The very first time h
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