Chapter 22
“Sit down and I’ll take your shoes off.” Hana pushed Logan into a sitting position on Michael’s old bed and he kept his arms tightly around her waist, his face pressed into her stomach. Phoenix tried to clamber onto the bed from the other side and Hana rolled her eyes as Wiremu boosted her capably up and then bounced up after her.
“No,” the small boy said firmly as she bounced on her knees. “Uncle’s not well so you have to be good.”
“I good,” Phoenix said, poked her thumb into her mouth and settled down on the pillow. Wiremu inspected his bare feet for dust and muck and then satisfied, laid down next to her on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Hana smothered a smirk at their unintentional portrayal of the archetypal old married couple.
“If you let me go, I’ll make you a
