Logan undid his seat belt and removed his jacket, throwing it into the back seat. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned his head backwards. “I hope nobody comes down their drive and wants to get out,” he remarked. “The engine’s stalled.”
Hana stared up the steep slope. “They won’t, look. It’s for sale. Vacant possession.” She read the agent’s board and peered at the photos. “It’s a villa, like the one you live in.”
“Na, it’s a dump.” Logan shrugged at the agent’s attempt to showcase the property. Even the skill of the photographer couldn’t disguise the dilapidated aura. “Maybe nice once, but not anymore.”
“Mmmm,” Hana replied, her eyes acquiring a faraway glaze.
Logan restarted the engine after a few tries, put the truck into gear and pulled out onto the road. Their journey on t
