“Get married? Or get married in secret?”
“Both.” Pete’s eyes widened with enthusiasm. “She didn’t get her hands on the wedding rings so Logan’s maybe still got them.”
Hana’s jaw dropped in horror. “That’s sick. Stop talking.” She reached for the envelope Logan left. It contained $500 in cash for the golf clubs and other garage stuff. Her brow furrowed. “He sorted that out fast.” She sifted through the notes. “Tell you a secret. I didn’t want to do a garage sale anyway.”
“Oh yeah, Logan Du Rose sorts things out real fast!” Pete’s comment sounded jaded, an edge of jealousy making Hana shoot a look at his bowed head. He sifted through his paperwork and then used the corner of a bulletin to wipe his nose.
Hana cringed and settled into her work with renewed energy. Worry kicked in not long
