“What are you doing down there?” Tama demanded. He edged into the room and Hana rewarded him with a piercing glare.
“I fell,” she snapped and threw herself back against her pillows while Tama waited, holding the grizzling child. He handed Phoenix over and then left.
Hana remembered her behaviour at St Bart’s and cringed. The look on Logan’s face chastised her rudeness, even in her memory. She sighed and played with the baby’s tiny fingers as the little girl satiated her hunger. “I’m a horrible person,” Hana sighed, her pretty lips downturned and her eyes filling with tears. “I’m awful.”
“No, you’re not,” Tama reassured her, poking his head around the door. “Want a cup of tea? Isn’t that the English cure for all ills?”
Hana nodded. “Yes, please. Do you know what he’s done?”
“Who?” Tama
