Chapter Thirty-seven
Spurs“Edie wanna stay. Eat. Edie eat!” The plaintive voice echoed from the speaker and ricocheted around the truck.
Hana jerked the steering wheel in fright and then glanced in her rear-view mirror at Logan following behind. She knew he’d seen when he edged the motorbike closer to her bumper, as though in concern. “Pardon?” She reduced the volume after searching for it on the screen. She wished she hadn’t paused to connect her phone to Toby’s truck as Edin’s voice rose to a deafening volume. “Please put Nonie on?” Hana demanded. She’d answered the call expecting Leslie to bemoan a list of complaints, not put the child in charge of relaying them.
Clattering and a minor dispute occurred before Leslie gave a gusty greeting. “Kia ora, Hana. What did you find out about T
