“I’m okay,” came Hana’s muffled voice. “It’s heavier than I thought. I just need to get these last few hooks in.”
Logan grunted in reply, not daring to remove his hand as the shroud shifted under his fingers with Hana’s movement. “Hurry up, babe,” he groaned. “I need to put my arm down.” His face whitened at the strain it put on his abdomen and he cursed under his breath.
“Heard that,” Hana said with a giggle. “Logan, why are you feeling my bottom?”
“I’m not.” He peered at the shroud, unable to distinguish any particular body part. “Not on purpose, anyway.”
The activity continued and Logan heard clicking from inside the fabric as Hana fastened the hooks. With more wiggling and puffing, the material moved up Hana’s back and over her head, as though she extracted herself from an extra-la
