Chapter 240

Third-Person POV

As Megan stepped inside that small studio once again, she suddenly felt a gush of emotions. She just could not get over the memory of that totally unplanned encounter with the artist, Max. She was getting the feel—no matter how hard she tried shaking it off—that something big was going to happen.

She cast her eyes around the studio, the vibrant colors of the paintings, the homey interior that seemed to emanate warmth. Her eyes lit on Max, who was all hunched forward over his canvas, his brow furrowed in concentration. There was a sense of calm and purpose about him which she admired. Drawing closer, Max looked up, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers with curiosity and recognition.

"Megan," Max said, his voice smooth, inviting. "What brings you back?"

Megan smiled nervously. "I needed to see you again. There's something about your work that speaks to me."

Max laid down his brush and wiped his hands off on a rag. "I'm gla