CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hana worked her way through Liza’s abandoned stash of casual clothes until Sunday. Then Logan called time on their impromptu holiday. “But I don’t want to leave.” Hana pouted and pushed her face into the pillow. “I want more g*n lessons.”
“You just need to practice now.” Logan ran his rough palms along her spine and sighed. “You know what you’re doing with it. Practice will help you control the kick back in your wrist.”
Hana snuffed into the soft fabric. “I love it here. It’s safe.”
Logan kissed her cheek. “The longer we stay, the harder it gets to leave. And Maihi’s walking to the house every day. It’s not fair on her.”
“Can we ride up to the paddock one last time?” Hana turned onto her back and Logan bit his bottom lip as her tee shirt rode up over her thighs. “On
