Chapter 13
They sat on the ridge overlooking the hotel until the sun slithered down behind them. Logan pulled Hana in close and kissed the side of her face. His fingers twisted a stray curl, fascinated by the red glow coaxed out by the dying sun. “I love it up here.” His voice sounded husky and contented as he sighed and rested his chin against Hana’s cheek.
“Mmnn,” breathed Hana. “It’s quite gorgeous.” She sounded so English it made Logan smile.
“I’d like to come back one day. For good,” he murmured. He felt her stiffen and bit his lip. Hana sensed the cry of his heart, hearing it call from deep inside him and reverberate in the sad depths of his sigh.
“What about Culver’s Cottage?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” Logan shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Is the land pulling y
