Hana looked at him, her face screwed up in disbelief. “Alfred?” she asked. “Tall, skinny man. Thinning white hair, grey eyes and a bit of a stoop? Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?”
Mark laughed and nodded, confirming it was indeed the same Alfred. Hana shook her head, bemused. She brushed away Mark’s enquiry, not wanting to gossip or besmirch the old man’s character even though he made little attempt to see Logan of late. He could have been of help and comfort to him in his distress over Hana’s illness, but he hadn’t bothered. The pretty redhead sat at the table and decided she would never understand the complicated Du Rose men, no matter how long she lived.
Without warning, Mark, ever the surgeon, grabbed Hana’s wrist and turned her hand over so he could look at it care
