“Say something.” Hana looked up at him, gauging his reaction to her bizarre logic. She followed his gaze through the windscreen, across water sparkling in the dying embers of the sunshine. Her eyes rested on the white house set high in the hills and backed by dense bush. From a distance, none of its imperfections showed.
“Life’s about perspective,” Logan said. “Get a good surveyor.”
Chapter 34Before the first week of the holiday finished, Hana had engaged a solicitor, a surveyor and begun the purchase process for the old house. “Culver’s Cottage?” she said in surprise, her pen hovering over the sale document. “Why?”
“Not sure.” The agent shrugged.
“Previous owner’s name.” Logan sifted through papers attached to the file they’d obtained, his grey eyes flicking as he speed-read tiny prin
