Peeping through her fingers at Tama, she saw his teeth gritted in the characteristic Du Rose-pissed-off-face and couldn’t blame him. Shame prickled in her chest at Bodie’s spite. She inhaled and smiled at Jas, keen not to blame him for repeating something he’d heard. She sought to change the mood considering the reason for Jas’ awful behaviour. “Why don’t we get away from here?” she suggested, seeing Tama’s faint nod of acquiescence.
“Where?” Jas demanded.
“Let me think,” Hana replied, forcing a smile onto her lips. “Let’s put your bike in the truck and go to Hamilton Gardens?”
“Get your coat on,” Tama said to Jas. He rose to his feet, his authoritative tone rewarded by immediate obedience. Jas ran to the hall cupboard to retrieve his jacket.
Tama fitted the bike and pram into the truc
