“They didn’t.”
“How do you know?” she demanded and Logan shrugged. “I saw it all last night when I called by. There were twenty-eight boxes stacked up in the garage and that’s what they brought. Plus your furniture.” He yanked a double duvet and cover from a box, holding it up in front of her. “This is what we’re looking for.” He laid it over his arm and looked at her in expectation. “You coming?”
The tension between them eased and Hana felt herself thawing, despite her efforts not to. She grabbed pillows and cases and followed him into the bedroom. Logan flipped the duvet cover inside out and stuffed his hands into the corners. Hana laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Hey. My parents run a hotel. I know the quickest way to service a bedroom, Ms McIntyre. Don’t doubt me.”
She smiled and ha
