Bodie looked miserable, his shoulders drooping as he remained standing. “I might as well be on my feet when Logan takes a swing at me,” he muttered. He half hoped he would. He deserved it.
“Please can you pour me some tea?” Hana asked and the Bodie obliged, rushing in case Logan flew in the door and took him by surprise. Best not to be playing ‘mother’ when the Māori decked him. Hana shakily added a couple of sugars, spilling most of it on the table and sighing in exasperation at herself.
“Here she is! All clean!” Leslie brought a squirming Phoenix back in. Hana held her arms out and sat the little girl on her knee. The child made sucking sounds and rubbed her eyes and Hana pushed her shirt up and unclipped her bra. Latching on, the soft baby eyelids closed and the fidgeting ceased. Unti
