Chapter 7
After a sleepless night with indigestion and an exhausted collapse onto the sofa in the early hours, Hana overslept on expo day. She rushed around the house like a maniac, showered in record time and sent her blood pressure skyrocketing.
“Slow down!” Logan insisted, catching her around the waist as she sped past him in her b*a and knickers. “You’ll slip and then you won’t go anywhere today.”
“It’s all going wrong,” Hana groaned, rubbing her eyes with her left hand. “I’m sick of my cast. I want it gone.”
“Yeah, I hear ya.” Logan massaged her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “What can I do to help?”
“Help me get dressed.” Hana’s eyes narrowed at the smirk in his eyes. “No, Logan. I don’t have time.”
“What?” He feigned innocence and gave her shoulders a gentle shake. His eye
