Chapter 21
“I’m going for a run,” Hana said, dragging her trainers from the hall cupboard and slipping them onto her feet. “I won’t be long.”
“Whoa, what?” Logan’s face crinkled in surprise as fastened the buttons of his work shirt. His belt hung unfastened from open trousers and Hana allowed her eyes to rove over the beautiful physicality of her relationship with Logan. “Hana!” he snapped. “Why are you going for a run?”
“I’m unfit,” she stated, hearing the defensiveness in her tone. “Jogging home last night made me feel like a geriatric and I hate it. I was walking with Mrs Next Door but as that can’t happen anymore, I’m taking responsibility for myself.”
“But you walk everywhere with the pram,” Logan said, wrapping his arms around Hana’s trim waist. “You’re perfect as you are.” He ki
