Lily's POV

Thursday evening, after securing the lender extensions, I sat in my apartment staring at Rafael's contact on my phone.

We hadn't spoken since that awful night at Martinez Art Supplies when he'd confessed his feelings and I'd broken his heart.

I missed him more than I'd expected to miss anyone.

Missed his easy laughter and the way he understood my art without me having to explain.

Missed having someone in my life who knew me before Thompson Enterprises consumed everything.

Before ...