“It did for me.” Logan c****d his head and edged nearer. “Trust me.”
There it was, the sentence he repeated to her like a mantra, offering safety and hope, a lifeline to something else. She turned and faced him, collecting the pieces of herself into an acceptable state. “Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?” she asked. “Why not just say we’d met?”
Logan quirked an eyebrow. “Really? Can you imagine that conversation, Hana?”
She shrugged and nodded, understanding pushing through the fog. “No. I’m glad you didn’t.”
Logan swept her hair off her shoulders, allowing his hands to replace the red swirls. “Do you want me to take you home? I can.”
Hana swallowed and shook her head. “No. It’s too late and you’ve been drinking. Maybe tomorrow.”
Logan smiled and released his breath, feeling
