“Zen,” she said softly. He gave a slow blink, gaze clearing as it found her from a torrent of memories. “Hmm?” “Thank you,” Lan said. “For everything. I’m going to work hard.” The drowsy, distant look of his face had gone, replaced by a steely expression. As though by instinct, his thumb swept a stroke over the back of her hand, sending shivers up her arm.
