Logan sighed. “Great. So you’re pimping me out?”
Angus grinned. “Why not, Du Rose? If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”
“No thanks.” Logan winced. “Not my style. And don’t be a sexist old man.”
Angus roared with laughter. “Don’t let anyone else hear you speak to me like that.” He slapped Logan on the shoulder. “Get some rest,” he said. “You look like crap.”
“Gee, thanks.” Logan smiled at Hana and narrowed his eyes at Angus. “Take better care of Hana today, please. You need to keep tabs on her.”
He stood back and watched them leave, Hana’s anxious face pale and looking straight ahead. Logan drove to the Gordonton house across country, passing flat calm lakes and turning back on himself. He cringed at the memory of Angus’ face expression at the sight of him in the previous day’s clothes and pu
