He faltered for a second and after running his tongue across his bottom lip, said, “You can’t make assumptions about me, Hana. Sometimes things won’t be as they seem. Just ask me if you need to know something and I’ll tell you.” He had exacted a promise from her with a heated kiss in the car park and Hana blushed at the memory.
Hana made good on her plans to change her circumstances and started clearing out the garage. In the absence of her car, stuff crept outwards from the walls and took up residence on the garage floor. She didn’t even try to drive Logan’s truck in. Vik’s tools hung around the walls, rusting and unused. Hana’s repertoire of tools included a hammer, some nails and the ability to run up the street and summon one of her poor male neighbours. The junk needed to go.
Izzie
