CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Surprise AttackPhoenix refused to leave the car while Hana fetched Mac and remained sullen until they reached the hotel. She lightened up in the apartment where Leslie fed the children more of her baking.
“We should get back and do some homework,” Hana said as she finished the last of the washing up. It looked as though Leslie had used every pot and pan in the kitchen to create the delicate fairy cakes.
Leslie nodded and showered kisses on the upturned faces at the table. “Come on,” she said with a grin. “I might make cinnamon cookies for tomorrow’s treat.”
Hana held Mac’s hand as they descended the main staircase. He took the steps one at a time, leading with his left foot and his bare toes flexed against the smooth wood. Hana walked at his pace, but when she tried to
