Chapter 48
Logan dragged himself from the single bed before six o’clock on Monday morning, showered and dressed for work. Sleep proved fruitful and a plan dropped into his brain in the early moments between slumber and waking.
The light from the landing disturbed Hana, burning through the open door and reflecting off the new paintwork. She grunted as Tiger’s claws kneaded her stomach, trying to make her stay still so he could keep her as a pillow.
Turning on the bedside lamp, Hana saw yesterday’s clothes twisted around her body. Shrouded in a blanket she smelled the receding odour of paint, overlaid by the smell of toast. Brushing her hair back from her face, she stumbled out of bed and padded to the kitchen. The thought of the day ahead daunted her.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Logan smelled of t
