Chapter Twenty-eight
MouthpieceTime seemed to stop while the call rang out through the speaker. Hana’s fingers shook as she held the device between Leslie’s round face and her own. Edin murmured as she stirred the kawakawa leaves, unaware that Leslie had turned off the heat.
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring.
Hana inhaled as a bubbly female tone filled the air. She tried to cut across the airy greeting before realising she’d fallen foul of the woman’s answering service. She winced at Leslie before ending the call and dropping the phone to her side. “I couldn’t think what to say,” she gushed. “And what if she phones back when Logan’s here? He might be cross that I interfered.”
“Then why did you?” Leslie shrugged and turned away, leaving Hana speechless.
She blustered a strained reply. “Because y
