“I wasn’t about to do either.” Logan slipped an arm around her waist and hauled her upright. He kept hold of her wrist while reaching for her towel.
“Why?” Hana narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “It’s not like you to pass up an opportunity to put me straight.”
“Harsh.” Logan swaddled her up in the fluffy towel and helped her over the side of the bath. “If you’re done in here, I’ll take a shower.”
“Okay.” Hana yawned and buried her face in the towel. She headed to the bedroom and shivered in the chill air. Half an hour later after several mishaps, she wore lipstick on much of her face and mascara in her hair. When she stamped in temper, she jolted her arm and wasted time bending double and holding her breath. “I b****y hate my life!” she grumbled.
“Charming.” Logan walked through the door
