Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hana sat bolt upright as the alarm sounded on Logan’s cell phone next to the bed; her hair a woolly mop of tangled red. Logan sighed and stretched his arms above his head, rubbing his eyes in the dim winter morning light. Then he bounced out of bed, sickeningly awake and ready to go. Hana groaned and turned over, irritated when he turned the light to the ensuite on, scattering the offering from the dim bulb all over her reluctant face. “David’s coming to the school gym with me for a workout,” Logan informed her, dragging on stubby shorts and a tee shirt. You should probably get dressed while he’s out of the way.”
Hana felt rebellious, even though she knew he was right. The boss’ wife wandering around in a granny nighty probably wasn’t appropriate. Creaking floorboards
