Chapter 39
Tama sat next to Hana in the kitchen while Logan poked around in the chiller. Leslie’s lips pursed with irritation as he emerged carrying a loaf of bread, but she said nothing. “Toast?” he asked, flicking his fringe from his eyes and jabbing his finger towards the industrial toaster.
“I want some,” Tama interjected. “Heaps. I’m starving.”
Logan halted in the centre of the room and three women carrying plates dodged him. “I’m not your b****y servant!” he exclaimed. “Get your own breakfast.” He squared his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. Hana saw an older woman dart a lascivious glance in his direction and smirked. Logan noticed the quirk of her lips and followed Hana’s gaze, his grey eyes resting on Effie’s broad face.
“I’ll get whatever you need, Mr Logan,” Effie said. Her
