Kyle tightened the scarf around his neck and bent his head against the wind. The weekend storm had blown through, but another one nipped at its heels. Chicago was knee-deep in the white stuff, with no end in sight. Six days to Christmas, and he was the only idiot on the Magnificent Mile, Chicago’s most famous shopping destination. He checked the address on his phone one last time, then tucked it into his pocket. Monica had called in a lather, insisting he drop everything and meet her. Kyle almost hung up on her. After Saturday’s no-show for the LTS Christmas party, he wasn’t inclined to do her any favors. Not until he cooled off. But she swore it was an emergency. Well, this was his future wife, so he slammed shut his laptop and sprinted to the El. If he’d tried to drive in this snow, he’d have tacked on an extra half hour. His boots and parka kept him warm enough, but his pants were soaked from fighting his way through the drifts on the sidewalk. The city cleared the streets—sort of—by pushing most of the snow right up to the edge of the buildings.
