Logan’s brow furrowed for long enough to alert her to something amiss. He shook his head. “I might run some days. Can you keep up?”
“No.” Hana shook her head and her tight expression betrayed the sting from his rejection. “You go. I’ll never match your stride, especially not uphill.”
Logan lay back on the deck and closed his eyes against the bright sunshine. When Hana finished planting, he pulled the hosepipe around from the side of the house and watered the flowerbeds. “Maybe you could walk up with me once a day and I’ll run the other times.” Logan gave her a wary smile, perhaps aware he’d hurt her.
Pique made Hana want to refuse, but she accepted the olive branch. “I’d enjoy that. Want to go soon? I can show you the markers Maihi left if you want.”
Logan nodded his agreement and they
