Silver’s POV
“Silver!! You made it!” Cara said, jumping up from her seat on the back patio of the packhouse and rushing toward me. Her arms outstretched as she wrapped me in her arms. I wasn’t used to others, besides Rebecca, hugging me, so I wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
I awkwardly patted her on the back, plastering a smile on my lips. Truth be told, I wasn’t going to come to the packhouse today. Yesterday, I was called by the manager of Hope’s Gallery, wanting to have a meeting this week about featuring my portraits in their new exhibit. I’ve worked tirelessly all night creating perfect pieces for this exhibit.
This morning, I was exhausted and didn’t expect Cara, who retrieved my number from Gamma Erik, her mate, to ask me to brunch at the packhouse. I wasn’t much of a brunch p
