CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Hana struggled to get comfy on Logan’s bare chest. The heavy cast kept slipping back and yanking her shoulder. She sat up with a sigh and leaned back against her pillows, supporting her forearm across her chest.
Logan’s eyes remained closed, his right hand resting on Hana’s bare thigh beneath the covers. She wrinkled her nose and listened to the sound of his steady breathing. “Logan,” she whispered, wincing in guilt as he opened his eyes and turned to face her.
“What?”
“Did you see Boris today?”
Logan scowled, ruining his handsome features with a brooding look. “From a distance. But no, I didn’t go near him.” He swore under his breath.
“Oh.” Hana gave a watery smile. “That’s probably best for now.”
“Come back under the covers.” Logan lifted the sheets and Hana smi
