“Well…” Marie stared at the diamond. “That was all head. This is all heart.”
“I thank God that He brought you back to me.” Logan kissed her hand.
“And you to me.” Marie kissed his forehead.
“A little lower, please?” Logan pleaded.
Marie smiled as she pulled him to his feet, and Logan’s lips found his match.
“Now I have news of my own,” Marie said.
“What?” Logan’s eyes were half-closed.
“I quit my job.”
“You what?”
“You heard me. I went after Buchanan with Espy. They were going to fire me, so I quit.”
“You went after Buchanan? You mean the guy who sent his assassins after us in Alaska?”
Marie nodded. “He’s dead. It’s over.”
“But you lost your job.”
“Saved the family.”
“What are you going to do now?” Logan sat down on the couch with Marie. “There’s plenty of work for freelance translators, I’m sure.”
“No need. I already have a new job.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait. Let me guess. Mendenhall Security.”
Marie waited for Logan to calm down. When he looked relaxed, she said, “There’s a catch.”
Logan threw up his hands. “I knew it.”
“It’s a desk job, and I’ll be in the office five days a week.” Marie waited. “I’ll come home on weekends.”
“What? Weekends?”
Marie held Logan’s hand. “Mendenhall Security is headquartered in the Great Smoky Mountains.”
Logan nearly laughed. “You’re kidding.”
“There’s a Mendenhall Resort outside of the little town of Misty Mountain.”
“And Esperanza Diaz-Mendenhall is the queen of such a fairytale castle.”
Marie laughed. “One of her clients offered to merge with Mendenhall Security, but she won’t because she started this company in memory of her husband Lamar.”
“I’m sorry. She’s widowed.”
“For several years now. I was there when—never mind.”