“Yeah.” Logan sighed, the sound filled with tiredness. “The boys mangled it.”
“Sorry.” Hana ran a hand across her bump. “Must we drive to the hotel this weekend?”
Logan’s fingers stilled and he dropped the cloth onto his desk. “Why? Don’t you want to?”
Hana shrugged. “I’m just tired, Logan. We both work full time and then drive to the hotel most Fridays. You put in a full weekend’s work and then we drive home. I feel like a hamster on a wheel.”
His lips tightened and Hana watched his jaw work in his cheek. She sensed his tension. “I don’t mind going up on my own.”
She swallowed. “You’d go without me?” Hurt laced her voice. “Oh.”
Logan’s eyes implored her for clemency. “Dad’s got really forgetful lately Hana. If I don’t go, I get a million texts from the stockmen complaining over how
