Page 111 of Wait for Me

Family first.

Or second after God.

But most definitely not before work.

Marie followed Logan out of the house to his pickup truck, the engagement ring still on her finger. The diamond shone in the noonday sun all the way down the road to the kindergarten.

Chapter Fifty-One

Logan looked in the mirror in the guest bedroom as he adjusted his bow tie. His crisp black tuxedo had no wrinkle on it. His hair was perfectly combed just the way he wanted it.

It was his big day. A bigger day than his first wedding.

At the other end of the house, in a bigger guest bedroom, Marie was getting ready with her matron of honor. They had left their master bedroom alone because that was where they would spend their wedding night after all the guests had gone home.

Esperanza had assured Logan that she wasn’t going to let Marie get cold feet. Logan knew that wasn’t necessary. He and Marie were meant to be together the rest of their lives.

“You look dashing.” Byron Moss walked into the room and sat down in the only armchair there was in the small space. “For a house this large, this room is tiny.”

“I know. I don’t think we need ten bedrooms. Marie and I have discussed knocking down some of the walls to make the rooms bigger.”

“Just don’t let the renovation tear you two apart.” Byron adjusted his tie. “In fact, don’t let anyone tear you apart. Focus on God.”

“Did I tell you that your sermon about marriage that Sunday in August hit home?”

“Yes, about a dozen times.” Byron looked down at his Bible. “I only preached what God led me to.”

Logan turned around. “I think you’re one of the best teaching pastors around. I’d hate to see the church move you north to the mountains if they need a pastor there.”

Midtown Chapel was determined to raise funds to plant a new church, and had even given it a name: Mountain Chapel. They had scoped out a site in Dahlonega. However, they would only build if they had a hundred percent of the funds.

Logan could write a check, but the church wouldn’t let him.

“That’s up to God. If He wants me to stay at Midtown, I stay. If He sends me to the mountains, I go. Wherever, God is still with me.”

“Right. That’s a great attitude.”

Byron got up. “In thirty minutes, you’d be married again. I’m going out there to meet some people I’ve never seen before.”

People who would never pass the metal detector test, Logan didn’t say.

Mendenhall Security was all over their house. Well, it would be their house again tonight.

Marie had brought nothing with her when she moved back to Atlanta from Paris the day before she came to see him back in August. After their engagement, she moved into a furnished corporate apartment near the newly leased Mendenhall Security branch office in Atlanta. It would only be for two months until the wedding.

Logan asked her to redecorate their house, but she wanted to keep everything the same way they had decorated it after their first wedding. He suspected that she was simply too busy.

My wife was once a bona fide INTERPOL agent who trained with the CIA and MI5 and I can’t tell a soul.

On the one hand, Logan was proud of Marie and her stellar reputation, which Esperanza had alluded to in their corporate investment meetings.

On the other hand, Marie’s entire career with INTERPOL was now under seal, and she could never discuss her undercover work and whatever else she did there.

Hunting down Buchanan had killed her career.

But it had saved their family.

And Logan knew then that Marie had always had their family in mind wherever she went.

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