Chapter 15
“Twelve hundred bucks!” Logan hauled the Jeep’s sorry ass all the way back up State Highway 1 to the hotel. “Why would Jack let the road tax run that far out? He’s going to bloody pay me back!”
“At least he had a Warrant of Fitness for it,” Hana sighed, “otherwise you would have paid for that as well.”
“I needn’t have damn well bothered anyway. I haven’t seen a cop car all the way home!”
Hana’s smile died on her lips at the sight of the hotel nestled at the bottom of the valley. If it wasn’t for Phoenix, she didn’t care if she never came back here again. It felt ruined somehow. Logan reached across and took Hana’s stiff fingers into his, pulling her hand onto his thigh. She saw in his eyes that he sensed her reluctance to return. “Logan,” her voice sounded plaintive and she
