Page 1 of Wait for Me

Prologue

Logan Urquhart regretted ever promising little Jonas that he would give him anything for his fifth birthday.

The fortune he had inherited enabled him to buy whatever his son wanted, including a whole toy store chain, pony rides to last a lifetime, and entire schools he would attend all the way through university.

But.

All Jonas Urquhart wanted for his birthday was to see his mom.

“Dad, you promised.”

Logan stared at his beloved son sitting next to him at their dining table by the window that opened to a pleasant spring in metropolitan Atlanta.

They were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Jonas’s favorite food, and drinking lemonade, also Jonas’s favorite.

The little boy looked lonely.

Sometimes Logan wished he could give Jonas a sibling to play with.

In order to do that, Logan would need a wife. And he had no time for marriage—or remarriage—at this point in his life.

Jonas chewed his PBJ.

The silence between them broke Logan’s heart.

He remembered when he had been very young, growing up as an only child of absentee parents, and only having his cousin Jared to call and talk to.

He remembered having prayed for years that God would give him a sibling. When God hadn’t answered his prayer, Logan had turned his back against God.

It hadn’t been until his college years at business school that he had realized how foolish it was for him to ignore God when the book of Proverbs was a fount of wisdom, which could be a blessing for Logan in his business.

As Logan looked at his son, he wondered what kind of life Jonas would live, where he’d go, what he’d do so many years from now.

Would he recall this moment when his own dad had all but reneged on his promise to give his son whatever he wanted for his fifth birthday?

Logan sighed.

Yes, Logan Urquhart, the financial genius who, with his cousin Jared, ran the multibillion-dollar Urquhart Enterprises investment firm, had lost the battle to an almost five-year-old.

Thanks to his only son—to whom he had rarely refused—Logan must face Marie again.

Has it been three years since our divorce?

Logan didn’t know the real reason he had married Marie. Deep down, he wondered if Marie had been right about their relationship, how it hadn’t been based on any deep foundation.

They had met at a business conference in the French Riviera shortly after he and his first fiancée had broken up, six years ago now. Logan was smitten with Marie’s charms immediately. The fact that she also spoke seven languages amazed him, and he hired the translator on the spot to accompany him and his cousin Jared to Sweden, where Urquhart Enterprises were to have a meeting with a Saudi businessman.

Her FBI background checks panned out. She was a French translator who spoke English beautifully, almost like poetry. Within three months, Logan had proposed, and she had said yes. A lovely wedding on Cumberland Island, Georgia, sealed their love for each other.

Unfortunately, once they returned to Atlanta after Marie had applied for permanent residency, she grew antsy staying in the ten-bedroom house on Paces Ferry Road with nothing to do but pace the floor. Logan was gone all the time on business trips, and his paranoia that his pregnant wife should not fly—you know, all that radiation in the sky—Marie couldn’t take it anymore.

Perhaps that had been why their marriage had lasted for only three years. By then, Jonas was almost two years old, and still needed his mommy. Marie intended to take him home with her to Marseilles, but there was no way Logan was going to let his American son leave the country.

Through the wit and tact of his family attorney, Logan had managed to wrestle the baby from Marie.

Marie traveled for a living, the custody attorney had explained in court. She lived from hotel to hotel, job to job, embassy to embassy. Such was the life of a freelance translator much sought after by state departments and governments.

Who was going to watch the toddler while Marie went to work?

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