“It’s fine.” Hana sounded like she meant it. “See you soon.”
Allen’s house was in chaos. His two teenage stepsons fought a virtual battle on a games console and kept bumping into each other. As Logan removed his boots, he saw Hana wielding a third remote control. A smaller boy played in the centre of the action with a pile of Lego and a boy-baby slumped in a high chair, almost asleep in his lunch.
Phoenix snoozed by the partly open ranch slider in her car seat, oblivious to the testosterone laden atmosphere.
“Drink?” Allen closed the front door on the quiet suburb. “I won’t offer you a beer. My wife’s still grumpy after our last bender!”
Logan smiled and had the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, heck of a night, wasn’t it? I don’t usually drink, but you kept them coming.”
“Next time you
