Chapter 17
Hana opened her eyes as they passed the Rangiriri turn. She watched Logan drive through the corner of her eye. He headed south towards Culver’s Cottage and home, their suitcases already in the back of the car. She hated how much she loved him and the devastating effect his scarred hands produced on her body. Her lips craved his and her palms ached to trace the shape of the muscles which bulged either side of his spine. Hana sighed and watched the Kaimai ranges spin past in the east as the motorway carried her south.
Logan chewed his lower lip, an action he’d regret later when it still bled hours after. It demonstrated his level of angst and Hana avoided his sideways glances. She’d wanted to know more about him. Now she did. Logan honed himself into a programme hard wired to re
