Chapter 17
The morning sky was clear and blue, but the temperature struggled to get above zero. Phoenix woke early, forcing Hana to get up.
“Sorry,” Logan said, walking into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. “The shower backs onto her wall; I didn’t think about it.” He winced and ran his hands through the glossy waves of hair at his temple, wiping his palms on the towel.
“I might forgive you,” Hana said, watching the bowl of milk spin round in the microwave. “But only because you’re naked.”
Logan smirked. “I’m not naked.”
Hana retrieved the bowl as the microwave pinged and pressed a rusk into the milk, watching it dissolve. Logan leaned across to flick the switch on the kettle and Hana yanked the towel, giggling as it pooled around his feet.
“Not funny!” he exclaimed
