Chapter 43
“Wait!”
Hana curled her lips in distaste at the sight of the young man on her doorstep and turned away. His knock interrupted a well-deserved nap while Phoenix slept in her cot and the woman was crotchety and irritable. “We have nothing to say to each other.”
“No!” Asher jammed his foot in the door to prevent Hana slamming it in his face and her expression registered fear.
“Go away or I’ll call Logan.”
“Please, don’t do that?” The young man’s face paled in fear and his brows knitted and relaxed continuously, clown-like and strange against his dark complexion. He looked sick and ill and his vulnerability pulled at Hana’s maternalism. “I really need to talk to you,” he pleaded.
Hana glanced behind her, suspicion making her usually accommodating nature reticent. “Have you bee
