CHAPTER THIRTY
Hana lay with her head cradled in the crook of Logan’s arm, awake before the alarm chirped. Neither slept well, starting at every creak and groan of the old house. Tiger sensed their unease and prowled, getting into awkward places and knocking things over with a clatter.
Logan’s breathing slowed as his sleep deepened and Hana lay still, watching the light change through the window. Exhaustion pressed her into the mattress. Logan’s truck sat downstairs in the garage and she struggled to remember if the blonde man knew the registration number. Events tumbled through her tired brain as their chronology defeated her. They knew Logan’s bike, but would they recognise his truck? Hana swallowed back the sense that the blonde man toyed with her like a cat teases a mouse.
Time tick
