“What?” Logan slid the door closed and ran a shaking hand through his hair. “Every time what?”
Hana exhaled. “Every time I come here there’s drama.”
“Sorry.” He sank onto the bed and rested his elbows on his knees. His fingers tapped a beat on the tatty cast. “I need to get this thing off. My arm feels good now.”
“It can’t be.” Hana watched the set of his shoulders and shook her head. “It’s too soon.” She fingered the pregnancy test on her stomach and it slipped onto the mattress. “Should I do this test, do you think?”
Logan collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. “No!” His eyes widened in horror. “Don’t!”
Hana watched his internal agonies with surprise, his vehemence seeming to condemn her. “It can’t be positive. I’m too old and my periods aren’t regular anymore. I told you tha
