Chapter Twenty-One
Logan crawled into bed at five o’clock the next morning, freezing cold and aching from his unnatural sleep position. The cuts on his fingers had stopped bleeding, but he encased them in plasters to prevent blood going on the sheets in case they were only fooling him. He waited until his body temperature had increased enough to snuggle up to the back of his wife, feeling her warm silky softness under his hands.
For a moment, he thought he heard his baby disturb next door, but the loud click coming through their open doorway indicated she had lost her thumb for a moment. Logan smelled the shampoo in Hana’s hair and felt a slight grittiness between his fingers from the beach as he stroked the long tresses stretching over his pillow. Her skin was so warm and peachy and he
