Chapter Twenty-Eight
Standing outside in the cool night air was David Allen, still wearing his combat pants and air force blue tee shirt. Hana peered through the kitchen door and Phoenix stared at the visitor with her head on one side, resting on her daddy’s big safe shoulder. Only Logan seemed unsurprised to see the man, standing back to let the soldier inside the house. “Hey, bro,” he said in a gruff greeting. It took David a while to release his feet from the boots which laced above his ankles, but eventually he succeeded and progressed beyond the doormat.
Hana came into the hallway in her socks, looking from one man to the other for explanation. “Is there a problem at the hotel?” she asked. The men looked at her and neither spoke, driving Hana back into the kitchen to finish putting
