Hana couldn’t eat the chips Tama brought home but laid a little too heartily into the bottle of red wine he had scored on the way. “Steady with that,” Logan warned. “You’ll get Phoe drunk at her night feed.”
Hana glared at him and Logan bit his lips and rolled his eyes at Tama. “Which room do you want?” he asked the young man as they sat eating at the dining table, which was shoved in the centre of the kitchen.
“Can I have the attic?” Tama asked, looking excited. Logan looked across at Hana and nodded when she didn’t reply.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Move your stuff in.”
“I don’t have any,” Tama said, his mouth full of chips as he pushed even more between his lips. “I slept on the floor at the unit, remember?”
Logan nodded and watched his wife mindlessly pushing baby food into Phoenix’s litt
