“Hana, dear, what a performance.” Angus greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and mistook her anger for distress. He jabbed his remote at the car behind him. “Hop in, dearest,” he said, turning to wave to Cilla as she backed off his driveway.
Hana shot a glance loaded with panic at Logan as he cruised to a stop on the small street. He pushed his visor up and raised his eyebrows. Angus shooed Hana into his car and gave her no opportunity to vent her bile about Cilla’s comment. She slumped into the passenger seat of his sporty black Audi with its tinted windows and travelled to work incognito in the principal’s mid-life-crisis car.
Pete eyed Hana with curiosity as she slammed into the office, observing her as though she was a specimen. “Don’t stare at me like that,” Hana snapped, shoving he
