Chapter 32
“Your stitches need to come out, wahine!” Logan said. His brow furrowed and he released Hana’s wrist back into her lap.
Her face crumpled. “I won’t go back,” she whined. “Please, I’m not ready!”
Logan faced her, seriousness drawing his eyes into narrowed slits. Hana tensed, expecting more bad news. “Odering is threatening me with obstruction,” he said, forcing his voice to remain light. “I’ve ignored him for days. Bodie tipped me off last night. He says he’s lost patience and I’m in the firing line.”
Hana shook her head, closing her eyes against the growing sense of unease. “He can’t arrest you, Logan. It’s my choice.”
“But it’s not, Hana.” Logan’s lips quirked up on one side. “And you know it.”
“I’ll talk to him,” she whispered. “Just not yet. He doesn’t know we’re here,
