Chapter 11
“Caroline came to see me again.” Logan spoke the words into the darkness, the kitchen chair rejected in favour of the wide four-poster bed. Hana tensed next to him, acid churning her stomach with instant nausea.
“Why?” She tried to speak through gritted teeth, the effect producing a strange muffling of her voice.
Logan sighed. “She still wants to stay in the motel units with Nev’s family. I told her no.”
Hana breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. She’d heard it assisted stress relief but saw no immediate relief. “I assume she dressed to kill and made another pass at you.” Her tone sounded flat.
“Yep. You remember her well.” Hana sensed his confusion, the confession not eliciting the desired response. He wanted praise for his honesty, receiving antagonism i
