“I don’t understand what went wrong,” Hana sniffed and the pastor kept a sturdy arm around her shoulders and winked at Bodie.
“I met Logan a while ago,” he said. “He treated me to a blat on his motorbike. I’ve spoken to him a couple of times since. He invited us to your surprise birthday party, but it clashed with a deacon’s meeting. I gather it proved more than just a celebration of your advancing years?”
Hana nodded. “Yes. Marcus married us. Kind of.” She bit her lip. Everyone still assumed he married them, not that she’d eloped like a love smitten teenager and let a stranger put a ring on her finger.
“That’s wonderful. But Logan always pops to see me or leaves a note. I didn’t have a return address. When I called at Achilles Rise, the man who answered the door said you’d shifted and
