14- The Video Tape

LANA'S POV

That night, Dax didn't even want to spend a night breathing the same air as me. He wouldn't even spare a second to look at me. He had to go out and sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. I felt so bad the entire night.

Sleep didn't come easily in hopes that he would sneak back into the bedroom and cuddle next to me. But alas, morning came.

My phone rang beside my bedside.

"Hello, Mrs. McCain?" I said when I picked up my phone, realizing that it was my drawing mentor.

"Ah yes, morning to you too, Lana. I hope I didn't wake you up?" She sounded as polite as always.

"No, you did not." I sat up straight and tried not to yawn too loudly.

"I have an offer for you. One of the buyers liked the drawing you did about a village girl in a city, you remember that?"

My eyes popped wide open. This meant everything to me, considering that I was a new artist and was hardly able to get any buyers for any of my earlier drawings, except for a few. So, every time I got a call about a client int