After half an hour, they pulled off the main state highway and passed Rangiriri Pa. The bush rose up to meet them either side and Logan took the narrow roads with confidence and familiarity. “Where are we going?” Hana asked, her fingers writhing in her lap. Logan rested his hand over them and stopped their movement, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head.
“Wait and see,” he said. “Somewhere peaceful.”
The Rangiriri Hotel and Golf Club sign made Hana gulp in fear as Logan turned down the long driveway. Cherry blossom trees waved either side and he swung into a parking space next to Mercedes Benz and Audi convertibles. Hana swallowed. “Logan, this is way too posh for me.” She looked at Anka’s loaned dress and felt her nerve fail.
“Don’t talk crazy, wahine,” he said, hunkering down next t
