Chapter 14
“I’m still knackered,” Hana yawned, her face against her husband’s naked chest. She fingered the dusting of hair lightly under her fingers and felt him pull her harder into him. Their eyes locked and he smiled at her, the temporary contentment in his expression backed by fear. “Do I look like I spent all last night crying?” Hana asked, sounding like a vulnerable child and Logan laughed, a deep, comforting sound low in his chest.
“You asked me that on our wedding day.” He pushed a coil of red hair out of Hana’s eyes. She sighed and snuggled in deeper.
“I should have guessed it didn’t bode well.” Her body shook against his with the force of his chuckle.
“I didn’t know what to say then and I sure as hell don’t know what to say now,” he whispered. “Back then, I handed you a hand
