CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“It’s not funny!” Hana pouted as Logan laughed most of the way home.
“So they watched you crawl from your office to the toilet on the security system?” Logan’s voice broke as he tried to control his mirth. “With Pete’s bum in Sheila’s face?”
“Oh, stop!” Hana buried her face in her hands. “We’ll never live it down.”
Logan checked the road behind before indicating left. A stupid grin split his face in half. He swept into the driveway and Hana screamed as the car slewed to a sliding stop. “s**t!” Logan cursed, almost rear-ending a white car parked in front of the gates. “Wait here!” he commanded, his body rigid as he climbed from the car and stalked towards the visitor. Hana’s heart felt as though it crawled further up her chest, causing a tightness in her throat.
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