“Yep.” Logan leaned on the horn of his saddle and lifted his feet from his stirrups, stretching his legs. He pointed to a wide estuary spewing out grey water. “That’s Port Waikato.”
“So your parents’ land stretches from the hotel to the coast?” Hana sounded impressed and Logan shifted in his saddle, a flash of uncertainty there for a second and then gone. “Yep.”
“Can I see it on a map?” she pressed, interested. “It might make more sense. It feels like we’ve gone around in circles and ended up here.”
Logan gave a tight smile. “There’s an ordinance survey map back at the hotel. Or you can look on Google Earth. Not up here though. There’s no signal.”
Hana nodded. “Yeah. I love that satellite view. I’ll do it later.” Her mind strayed to the decaying villa on the back road to Huntly. She’d
