But she’d meant to be tactful. She sighed. No way around it, tact wasn’t her strong suit. She’d just have to apologize to Koti when they were alone. And all right, apologizing wasn’t her strong suit either. But she’d do it anyway. Because, yeah. Tact. “Good time,” Hemi said from the driver’s seat. “Good to have all the boys together again, and good to see Nate settling in so well too. Good to show everybody that the guard’s well and truly changed, and that everybody’s all right with that.” “Harder for us than for you, I sometimes think,” Reka said. “Hannah’s right. It’s better for us to have our own lives, our own focus. Important to remember that we’re about more than what you do and who you are. And, yeh, about Nate. Settling in, I thought, and settling down as well.” “No hope for it,” Hemi agreed, then laughed at her snort. “Nah. He’s a happier man all around. That’s easy to see.” He turned into the quiet street dominated by the massive Moreton Bay fig that took up a lot-sized space at the corner, then was taking the turn into the semicircular driveway, pulling up in front of the sprawling modern home he shared with Reka and their four children, with her mum cozily ensconced in her own granny flat.
