Chapter Twenty-Five
Logan Du Rose stood in the doorway and watched his girls sleep. Phoenix sucked her thumb so loudly, it sounded as though it might come off. Hana was wrapped around her daughter, her long red hair hanging over the baby like a blanket. Both were pink-cheeked and flushed from their combined body heat, despite the cold winter afternoon. He leaned against the doorframe with all the time in the world for this particular activity, watching his soul mate and his child sleep. ‘Never take this for granted, tamatāne. Never grow tired of enjoying them.’ Reuben’s voice pricked Logan’s heart now he recognised it, imparting wisdom from the grave where it couldn’t while alive.
Logan smiled at his sleeping girls. Twenty-six years was far too long to wait for his turn at bliss, but to
