Logan’s eyes resembled dark pits of despair and he reached for Hana’s fingers, lifting them to his lips. “No. Let’s celebrate my birthday like you wanted. But for tonight, let’s not talk about either of our fathers. I’m a proud husband and daddy which I wasn’t this time last year. Let’s concentrate on that.”
Hana smiled. “This time last year, you lived in a rented house with a gambler and an idiot.”
“And then I met my girl from the train.” Logan squeezed her fingers in his strong hand. “You were hiding in the last place I ever thought to look. Twenty-six years of searching for you and just as I gave up, there you were in front of me.” He raised an eyebrow and his humour returned. “Geez though woman, I never expected you to be so b****y clumsy!”
Hana laughed and slapped his hand, giving
