Hana nodded against his chest and sighed. “I’ll try to make it easier for you,” she said. “I’ll adjust.”
“Me too,” Logan whispered. He pressed his lips against hers and closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. His arms felt strong around her waist.
Hana broke away to catch her breath. “Last night apart,” she murmured into his shirt. “I’ll fight you for the new bed?”
She heard the smile in his words. “Na, you take it. It’s my gift to you, anyway.”
Hana allowed herself to feel lucky as she kissed with Logan in front of the wide bay window, the lights of Ngaruawahia reflecting off the river. She paddled the risky waters of life, no longer drifting along it like flotsam. She admitted to herself how good it felt.
Chapter 51Logan’s face paled as the Sikh guru bound the cloth around his hands
