Three years later, I brought my team back home to host a contemporary art exhibition.
On opening day, my schedule was packed with interviews.
When I stepped out of the main exhibition hall, my assistant handed me the itinerary for the next forum. Then she leaned closer and quietly reminded me that the Grayson Group sent a representative.
I followed her gaze.
Julian stood at the far edge of the crowd.
He'd lost a lot of weight. His black suit still fit him, but exhaustion weighed heavily on his sharp features.
The once-confident, swaggering heir to the Grayson family now had dark circles under his eyes that looked almost bruised.
Our eyes met, and he went completely still.
A few seconds later, he pushed through the crowd and walked straight toward me.
"Summer."
The familiar voice
