Chapter 168
- The doorbell rang.
- I glanced up from my canvas, frowning slightly. Paint still clung to the tip of my brush, and I wiped my hands quickly against my apron before heading over.
- “Colton?” I called out in surprise. The guy stood there like he had all the time in the world. His long hair brushed against his shoulders. He had sunglasses on, and he had donned that familiar, easy smile. The one he reserved for me.