CHAPTER NINETEEN
Hana awoke unscathed and Logan claimed the headache. “That’s not fair,” he grumbled. “You should have the hangover!”
“Don’t be mean.” Hana stretched and yawned.
Logan reached out for her and seized the bottom of her sweatshirt in his strong fingers. The veins on his arms stood out against his olive skin. “Get back here now and make it up to me.” A tearing sound came from her waist and Hana whipped around, her open mouth betraying her shock. Logan hooted with laughter and took the chance to reel her in. “That’s what you get for arriving home drunk and sleeping in your clothes.” He rolled her over in the wide bed and relieved her of her knickers.
Hana spent another morning in the garden while Logan slept off his sore head. She unearthed more flowerbeds and tidied as far
