CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hana returned home to find a pair of bright red gumboots on the porch. She unlocked the door with a ridiculous degree of caution, catching herself sneaking into her own home. “It’s me,” she called, listening for a reply and hearing her pulse pound in her ears.
“I guessed.” Logan leaned against the kitchen doorframe, his dark fringe over one eye. s*x appeal oozed from every pore. He’d dressed and the lack of pyjamas created an illusion of health. “Maihi’s here.”
“Cool,” Hana replied, hanging her coat in the cupboard. She averted her face while she tried deep breathing to calm her nerves. “i***t!” she rebuked herself. “It’s not like someone broke in and bashed him after standing their wellies up neatly on the porch.”
“What?” Logan’s strong fingers seized Hana’s shoulders
