He kissed Jian goodbye and dove for the cleaning closet where they kept the wrapping paper. His handwriting wasn’t pretty, but he wrote as nice a card as he could, and wrapped it in red paper with silvery snowflakes on it. He did the same with the massages but picked a different paper—blue with snowmen. Once he was done, he ran for the computer.
An hour and a half later, Jian turned into the driveway, and Victor hurried to save and close the website and turn off the computer. He hurried to the puzzle, and tried to make it look like he’d been at it for a while. When Jian didn’t come in, he stopped faking and began fitting pieces together for real. What was taking him so long?
As he was about to go and make sure he hadn’t fallen and hurt himself in the garage, Jian walked into the house. He had a panicked look in his eyes, and Victor instantly went on alert. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Jian?”