“Hey, don’t try and hide from me.” Logan’s voice was low and seductive as he used his index finger to pull Hana’s chin upwards. His grey eyes were kind. “I’m a ‘fixer’ babe, a problem solver, not someone who meets problems with kind but unhelpful niceties. I told him he could show a valuer round while we’re away, to get the ball rolling. I’ll do the next one when we get back and then I’ll ask Angus to recommend another one to keep it fair.”
Hana looked confused. “But he left his key behind, that time when he was angry at me.”
Logan shook his head. “I sent it back with Jas a few weeks ago; that time I looked after him at work and...”
“And Jas told you his father called you ‘the spare’...” Hana trailed off. “I despair of my son sometimes. Of all the idiots I could have married over the ye
