Logan took a shuddering breath and leaned back in his chair. Hatred washed over him like nausea. “No, I didn’t sleep with her and I won’t. She and I are done.” He c****d his head and studied Hana’s face. “Tell me about this text. I never texted her.”
Hana raised an index finger. “I want to know about that night first. You owe me that. I felt a fool, waving to you in the car park and watching you drive away with her. I thought we’d started something special and it cut me to the core.”
Logan nodded, tiredness in his eyes. “It’s as I told you before. I stormed off and she followed me to the car. What you missed was the heated conversation we’d had five minutes before and Angus telling me to take it outside. I didn’t want another scene, so I took her somewhere neutral.” Logan ran his fingers
