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yourself—”
    â€œI did not try to kill myself.”
    â€œNo?” my sister challenged me. “Wesley told me he saw you getting into your car, that you tore off like a madwoman.”
    â€œWesley…” His name escaped my lips on a ragged breath. “You—you talked to him?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhere is he?”
    Marie didn’t answer, and the expression on her face said that she didn’t want to tell me.
    â€œWhere?” I demanded.
    â€œLook how you’re already getting yourself worked up. This isn’t good for you. Isn’t healthy.”
    He had watched me get into my car. Such a small, insignificant thing—but it made me feel better. He hadn’t been as wrapped up in Michelle as I’d believed.
    â€œSo he knows I’m here?”
    Marie nodded. “He said for me to call him once you woke up.”
    I felt a flutter of hope in my heart. Which was crazy, I knew. But maybe knowing I’d been in an accident had given Wesley a different perspective. Maybe he’d changed his mind about us.
    It was hope, and I was going to hang on to it.
    *   *   *
    Later that day, when Wesley stepped into my hospital room, my heart perked up immensely. Forgotten were his words about wanting to take a break, and the racy text from Michelle. All I could think when I saw him was that we were going to pick up where we’d left off. That everything between us would be fine again.
    â€œHey,” he said.
    â€œHi,” I replied softly, my physical pain all but gone.
    Wesley fingered the bandage on my forehead, then the one on my cheek. “Damn it, Jade. What happened?”
    I’d suffered one hell of a night, but now that Wesley was here it was all better. “Lost control in the car,” I told him, trying to force a smile to lighten the seriousness of the situation. All things considered, I was very lucky to be alive and have escaped with only some lacerations and a mild concussion. “Idiot, I know. I looked away for a second, and next thing I know, I’m plowing into that big orange barrier they put near the exits. Thank God for the air bag. I hear it saved my life.”
    Wesley shook his head in dismay. Then he took my hand in his.
    And I swear, I almost cried from happiness. The accident had almost been worth it, just for this moment.
    He continued to hold my hand as he folded his six-foot-one, muscular frame into the chair beside my bed. There were worry lines etched on his handsome face, but all I could think about was how gorgeous he was. He was just so sexy.…
    â€œSeeing you here like this…” His voice trailed off.
    â€œYou were worried about me?” I asked him.
    â€œOf course I was worried. When I saw you tear off like you did—” Wesley abruptly stopped, his expression changing. In his eyes, I could see that he was thinking.
    â€œWait a second,” he said. “You didn’t … you didn’t do this on purpose ?”
    â€œNo,” I replied quickly. And I was disappointed that he’d even asked.
    He narrowed his eyes, and I could see the doubt. Like my sister, he didn’t believe me.
    â€œYou know I didn’t, baby,” I went on. “I wouldn’t. I was angry about you and Michelle, yes, but—”
    He pulled his hand from mine, dragged it over his face.“You always get so emotional, Jade. Too emotional.”
    â€œI lost my dad. You think that’s easy to deal with?”
    â€œYeah, but it’s like you want to hang on to your pain, let the world know you’re suffering.”
    I said nothing, because I didn’t know what to say. Wesley had both of his parents. He couldn’t understand what I was going through.
    â€œDamn it,” he uttered, and I knew what he was referring to. The thought that I had deliberately hurt myself.
    â€œI didn’t do this on purpose,” I stressed, my voice holding a pleading