A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn’t quite place it. But I knew it. It was—“Mmm-hmmm,” Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat. God god!” she said finally, fanning her face with her hand, “I’ve seen it a million times but it just never gets old. Never.
