CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Breakfast with the Dead“This is a very delicate matter.” The Englishman ran a hand over his smooth chin and frowned up at Logan. “But I knew you’d rather we spoke in person.”
“What’s this about?” Logan sounded irritated and Hana felt the muscles in her neck tense. “I don’t have time for guessing games, Paul.”
The man raised a dark eyebrow and released a heavy sigh. He spread his hands in placation, dwarfed by Logan’s height and mana. “I can claim on the insurance, but it’s your reputation, mate. It’s your good name.”
“What is?” Logan dipped forward and Hana saw the warning vein begin a steady pulsing just under his jawline. His eyes flashed and Paul took a step back. Hana checked her watch and saw the hands moving closer to Mac’s nursery finishing. She refused to a
