“You got sicker?” The concern in his eyes exacerbated her guilt.
“No. I need to get my pregnancy confirmed and set up antenatal appointments.”
“Oh.” Logan dropped his hands and stepped back. “And you don’t want me there?” He swallowed and pain marched across his handsome features.
Hana felt the sting in her heart and held out the Honda keys. “Please would you drive?”
The doctor’s surgery in Ngaruawahia heaved with patients and Hana missed the days when men offered their seats to women. The receptionist eyed Logan with dread and inspected him for a broken bone or hemorrhage.
“I have an appointment,” Hana told her, offering her credit card before the woman could object. They lurked in the corner next to a fish tank and Hana watched the colourful bodies swim in lazy circles. When she sno
