Jaessa POV
I rush from the kitchen to Westley’s guest room, raising my hand to knock upon his door, when it opens. He stands there staring almost in disbelief at my presence. “Uh, hi.” I say, feeling momentarily awkward.
Westley’s face breaks out into a grin. “Couldn’t stay away?” He taunts.
“Shush, inside, quick.” I command as he steps back allowing me entry, closing the door behind me. I sit on the foot of his bed, before looking back across the room at him. “I have an idea, one that might save our new friend from resorting to his past misdeeds to help us.” I explain, before launching into my concerns of J being forced to return to the trafficking world.
Westley takes a seat beside me while I’m talking, his nearness is almost distracting as our bodies respond to the close pro
