“Yeah, it is.” Hana dodged the greasy hand which tried to grab her arm. “It’s the exact definition. Touch me and you’re dead.”
“You don’t understand!” Pete protested. “I need help.”
Hana heard Logan snort from behind her. “Understatement of the year,” he muttered. “See ya, Hana.” He grabbed Pete by the ear and spun him around, shoving him towards his desk. “You heard the lady, touch her and you’re dead. I second it so be told!”
Hana turned to acknowledge Logan’s support with a stunning smile and his shoulders relaxed. He gave her a one-fingered salute which best fitted a cowboy and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Hana?” Pete began again and she shook her head.
“No, Pete.” She wedged ear buds into her ears and pressed the switch on Evie’s dictaphone, typing up minutes from
