CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
A Blast from the Past“Kai time!” Phoenix clapped her hands and swished her flounced navy skirt around her legs. Mac beaked his little fingers and Hana nodded to confirm the imminent arrival of dinner.
“I need to help in the kitchen.” She tugged the cuff of Logan’s shirt and leaned close enough to keep their conversation private. “Can you mind the children?”
Logan snaked an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “Sure.” He located each of them in turn and performed a mental head count. “You don’t have to help today,” he whispered. “You’re exempt on a technicality.”
Hana swallowed and hid her dismay at his harshness. As the sister-in-law of the deceased she didn’t need to help with the food, but as the wife of Logan Du Rose she felt she should. “It’s fine.” Sh
