Logan sighed. “But you don’t want me to help.”
Hana put her mug on the table and examined the colourful red strawberries, deep in thought. “What kind of help is it, exactly?” She looked up and studied his face, seeing the strange light activate in his eyes.
“I told you, it’s best you don’t know.”
Hana swallowed. “Sometimes I wonder if I know you at all, Logan. It scares me.”
He exhaled through his nose. “It should make you feel safe,” he replied. “But I’ll be who you need me to be for as long as it takes.”
“What does that mean?” Hana’s senses went on red alert. “Aren’t you an exceptional English teacher with a background in accounting? Who else are you?”
“Nobody else.” Logan tipped the rest of his coffee down the sink and swilled it away with water. He pulled the dishwasher open and
