Hana slept badly, the fact Tama was leaving in the morning weighing on her heart. It didn’t help she kept reliving memories of Lachlan Reynolds, which merged in her sleep with an image of a small sandy-haired boy coveting a large silver trophy in a tennis club cabinet. Lachie Dobbs.
As daylight broke through the curtains of the huge bedroom, Hana was disturbed by the sound of snuffling somewhere by the side of the bed. She lay for a few moments, pretending she imagined it, but the noise came again. As quietly as possible, Hana shifted over to Logan’s side of the mattress and peeked over the edge.
Tama lay on his back on the rug. He must have come in during the night and he had his mouth wide open, snoring. On his chest was a small baby girl, lying on her front and snuffling into his musc
