Chapter 43
Undeterred by her spirit, Michael stuck close. Two days before Christmas Eve, he offered to drive Hana up the mountain on the quad.
“I’m not sure.” She ran a hand over her stomach. “Last time proved quite bumpy, but I’d like to see Sacha’s foal again.”
“We’ll take it slow.” Michael offered one of his winning smiles. Hana imagined female colleagues tumbling into his bed at the sight of it. “Logan’s mending a fence near the bunkhouse around lunchtime. Why don’t we take them a picnic?”
Emboldened with the idea of pleasing her husband, Hana press ganged Leslie into helping her. They made sandwiches and added fruit and muffins, loading it into a cooler which strapped into the bed at the back of the quad. A gallon container of water bounced next to it as Michael pushed the vehicle
