Chapter Twenty-One
The lights of the Chicago high rises light up the dark room, windows showcasing the view from edge to edge, thirty stories up in the air with the bustle of people below.
I gulp down the lump in my throat and shift trying to get more comfortable. My shirt is too stiff around my neck. The tie too suffocating. The jacket too restrictive. I miss my track pants and t-shirts, but Skylar is worth wearing this thing for the rest of my life.
“I don’t understand. Why are we here?” Skylar’s voice is faint.
“You know Dax, always impulsive. He wants your opinion about this place in case he buys the condo.”
“What? Why would he buy a condo? It is a nice area.” Their heels click on the hardwood floor. Lights flicker on in each room. “I thought you guys were thinking about staying i
