Jaxon

The gallery isn’t set to open for another three hours. Vinny stands in front of a canvas, sketching the image from his dream. Slowly, the picture unfolds before his eyes—it’s her. His heart races as he recalls her face, the kiss they shared. It had been impossible to stay asleep. His blood runs hot at the memory. The bell chimes as someone enters, but he remains caught up in his work..... to be continued...