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 second quarter seem optimistic. Don’t you think?”
I nodded, rolling up my sleeves. “We need to make sure they are spot on before presenting tomorrow.”
It was nearly eight, and we’d been in meetings all day, and we were both tired. But it had been a good day. We should have been celebrating. Instead, tension stretc
