CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The damp night air felt bracing and the frost made the tips of the grass slippery underfoot. Logan stood on the steps of the roof garden, his gaze towards the bush. He shivered despite his warm clothing and took careful steps on the greasy wood.
A flashlight caught his eye, moving down the side of the paddock at a steady pace. Logan cursed the frost beneath his boots as his balance let him down on the top step. He clattered against the bannister rail and glanced up at the house, fearful of disturbing Hana. Admitting defeat, he jumped down the final steps and landed on the grass with a muted thud.
The flashlight beam jerked forward as its owner slipped. Logan clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to stop himself laughing. Faint curses reached his ears and he shook
