“There’s no savagery!” Logan sounded hurt. “I’m making sure you know you’re married. Do you feel like Mrs Du Rose yet?”
“If not being able to walk is part of the criteria, then yes.” Hana turned to him, naked but for the dress dangling from her fingers. “Why can’t I wear my jeans?”
“Please?” Logan kissed her neck again and Hana shivered. “I’m taking you somewhere special this evening and you’ll want to look good.”
Hana’s eyes dulled. “Don’t I look good in jeans?”
Logan raised an eyebrow in reprimand. “You know you do, Hana. Just wear the dress, wahine.” He showered and dressed in the shirt and slacks, adding a suit jacket and tie to the ensemble. Hana went along with it and they ate at the golf club restaurant, standing out against the seasoned golfers in their chequered leggings and F
