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“What are we going to do if we don’t go after her?” I asked.
Hannah rubbed her temples. “Let me think about it.”
* * *
HANNAH
Wesley had insisted on walking four miles on the treadmill before we went to bed. I sat and watched, a wreck, as sweat poured off him.
“This is frickin’ humiliating,” he said, wiping himself down with a towel and breathing hard.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I followed him back upstairs when he’d finished. “And you don’t have to push yourself so hard.”
“I’m not interested in continuing my career as an invalid, thank you very much. I’ve done my time.”
“You just walked four miles, and you haven’t used your wheelchair all week.” I tugged on his arm. “You’re not an invalid, and there’s nothing wrong with taking the time to heal!”
He grunted, heading for the bathroom.
I paced our room, waiting for him to get out of the shower. Lauren texted me, saying things were under control at Paragon. She promised to be home early. We needed to discuss strategy tomorrow—about how to deal with Li Na going forward.
But I didn’t want to just “deal” with Li Na. I longed to see her face-to-face so I could punch her. I was pretty good in my cardio-kickboxing class—I yearned to land a nice, hard kick to her face, to do some damage to those high cheekbones of hers.
But she wasn’t here, and I couldn’t kick her, and I sure as hell couldn’t let Wes go to Shenzhen to kill her.
Wes. He continued to surprise me. First the fact that he’d read Fiona’s book, then the fact that he had a background in foreign relations with China. I’d underestimated him, which made me sort of an asshole.
He’d also been there for me during the panic attack, when I woke up from my nightmares, and when I’d had to face my doctor. He kept showing up, and he kept making me feel like I was worth showing up for.
Wes was so not going to Shenzhen.
He came out of the bathroom then, a towel wrapped around his waist, and I sucked in a breath. We hadn’t talked about any bedroom issues for a while, but Dr. Kim had cleared him for sexual intercourse today. “Just don’t get too crazy,” the doctor had joked.
My cheeks burned as Wes stalked through the room, obviously still pissed about sweating so much from his walk. “I think I’m ready for bed—I’m tired from my walk.”
He said “walk” as though it were something disgusting he’d found on the bottom of his shoe.
“You can’t be so hard on yourself—it’ll just make the whole process feel like it’s taking longer. You’re doing great. Even Dr. Kim thinks so.”
He rolled his eyes and let the towel drop to the floor as he grabbed some boxer briefs from his drawer.
I sucked in another breath as I inspected him…every inch of him. Had he gotten bigger? Or had it just been a really long time?
“Babe?”
I jerked my gaze away from his naked parts. “Yeah?”
He grinned. “Are you staring at my dick?”
I tried not to notice it was growing. “N-no.”
He pulled his underwear up. “I’ll just put it away, then.”
“You don’t have to.” I licked my lips and tried to gather my courage. “Dr. Kim said you were okay to…you know.”
Wes pulled a T-shirt over his head, then smiled at me. “That doesn’t mean we have to do it tonight.”
I felt crestfallen and relieved all at the same time. “Don’t you want to?”
