Logan slipped his arm around Hana’s shoulders as they walked to the stable yard. “I’ve tacked Polly for you,” he said, lifting his arm to seat his hat on his head.
Hana missed her footing and stumbled, shooting a sideways glance towards the mountain. The roof of the bunkhouse showed on the first of many ridges, obscured by lush manuka trees. Logan halted and offered her his hand, keeping hold of her fingers as they navigated a gathered crowd of conference delegates. “She’s David Allen’s horse.” Her lips flattened into a line. “He won’t approve.”
“It’s fine.” Logan brushed off Hana’s observation, distracting her with a kiss, which left her breathless. “Come on, I’ve a surprise for you.”
Hana grinned and raised her shoulders to her ears in excitement. She’d sampled a vast array of her hus
