CHAPTER NINETEEN
Old Wrongs“We need to talk.” Hana blew out a breath and folded her arms across her chest. She’d delivered the children to school and nursery and her nerves jangled as she faced Leslie. The list of jobs she’d promised Logan she’d do burned a hole in her back pocket. Her blouse parted to reveal a long hickey over her left breast. She sighed with exasperation and lowered her arms to let the fabric cover it. Forcing her ageing body into positions worthy of the Kama Sutra commentary without Logan realising, turned her muscles to jelly. He always took over, making their lovemaking into his private worship of her and frustrating her efforts to please him. Hana yawned and pondered the idea of kinky underwear, her mind already raking the bedroom closet for something suitable. She
