Chapter Eleven
StableLogan met her in the master bedroom. He stood with his back to the window and surveyed the rumpled double bed. Hana wandered around, reluctant to touch anything and yet desperate to manufacture some vicarious contact with Tama through his possessions.
“Who do you think matches that girl’s description? Could she be Tama’s latest mistake?” Logan folded his arms and his gaze roved from the bed to the closed wardrobe door. “Stop moving around, Hana. I’m looking for anything out of place.”
“Sorry.” She stood next to him, her wrist bumping against his hip as she sought comfort. She sighed. “Tall, thin, dark, and rude. That’s not his girlfriend.”
“She sounds scary.” Logan winced, and his lips flattened into a line. “Although he’s always been a strange boy.”
“She is scary
