Bodie chewed his lip. “I didn’t do that!”
“No?” Hana countered, pushing her mug aside. “Then you’ve found a ready informant. Lucky you. Bo, why don’t you stop making out my husband is a career criminal and do something useful? Put your efforts into finding Laval, so people like me and Mrs Bowman can stop looking over our shoulders. She and I are the victims, not you!” Hana ran her hand over her stomach and sat up straighter. She realised she didn’t hear the toilet flush and wondered where Logan got to. He appeared in the kitchen after an awkward, protracted silence which Hana thought might never end. His hair hung limp and wet and the scent of coconut shower gel hung around him. Jeans clutched his buttocks but his bare torso held a damp sheen.
“That’s better,” he said, giving Hana a smil
