The pleasant hum of voices filled the gallery, mingling with the smooth jazz seeping through the air.
I held my glass loosely, pretending to sip as I listened to the gallery owner reel off facts about the next installation.
My mind wandered, but.. I could only envision what my own place would look like in a few short months, its walls bursting with chosen things that I'd handpicked.
Just the thought of it made me tingle with enthusiasm.
But then a chill, a change, and a low, familiar voice pierced through the evening's warmth.
"I knew New York was missing something without you."
My breath stilled, and I spun around, feeling my fingers tighten over the glass. Caleb. He looked every bit as sharp as I recalled.. polished, confident, his eyes searching my face like he hadn't seen it
