Chapter Twenty-Six
Hana couldn’t sleep. She lay on her back and sighed as Logan breathed next to her in a regular, even rhythm. It was a beautiful noise to her former widow’s ears. A romp with her gorgeous husband had left her breathless but still wide awake. Hana nudged Logan’s strong thigh with her bent knee and wondered if he would be interested in tiring her out some more. He was an attentive and energetic lover and usually wore her out thoroughly, but tonight, sleep eluded her. “Logan,” she whispered, trailing her index finger up his hairy thigh into the hem of his shorts. Logan grunted and turned his back on her.
Hana counted the yellow spots on the ceiling, adding up the glittering reflections from the street lights around the driveway which sneaked between the curtains. The face
