Hana snorted. “No other significant guys. Don’t go macho on me.” She rolled her eyes. “No ex fiancés anyhow.”
Logan hissed in an exaggerated breath and feigned shock. “That’s harsh, wahine. Below the belt. I need to sort you out.” He dragged her closer and jabbed his fingers into her ribs, tickling until she squealed. The play fight turned into something steamy, sparked by a stray kiss. “You need to stop teasing me,” Logan grumbled, looking uncomfortable. Hana taunted him with a seductive nip on his bottom lip. He groaned. “You’re gonna be in such trouble on Friday night.”
Hana pursed her lips. “I can’t remember what to do,” she confessed. “I might need a diagram.”
“Shut up and get the dirty brushes together,” Logan ordered, wincing against the strain of keeping his promise. “Stop talki
