Chapter 14
The Honda kicked up dry dust on the final descent towards the hotel. The sun set on a glorious day and the manicured grounds put on their best show for the returning master. Through the open windows, the air reverberated with the lazy chatter of tui flitting through myriad shades of green bush.
Hana noticed Logan’s shoulders tense as they covered the last kilometres of undulating New Zealand countryside. His slender fingers flexed and released on the steering wheel. “I know it hurts, babe,” she said, resting her hand on his knee. “It’s like having your tent pegs ripped up and tossed away in a gale force wind.”
Logan shrugged as though not caring, but Hana sensed him drinking in her wisdom. She saw him shift in his seat and pressed on like a moth to a flame. “I remember receiv
