Page 12 of Wait for Me

“I know you, Dad,” Jonas said.

Marie laughed. “Say please, love.”

“Please hold Mommy’s hand,” Jonas asked again, politely but sternly.

Logan’s jaw dropped at how quickly Jonas obeyed his mom.

And Logan did as he was told.

Marie’s hand was smooth, like she had just applied lotion into it. Logan tried to recall the first time they had held hands way back when, but his recollections were interrupted by a loudamenfrom Jonas.

Uh oh.

He had missed the entire time they said grace. And God had seen it. Silently, he thanked God for the food and asked for forgiveness.

He felt a tug in his hand. He opened his eyes to find Marie trying to pull her hand away from his.

“Oh. Sorry.” He was even sorrier to let go of her hand.

Chapter Six

“Ihave to go to the little boys’ room,” Jonas declared halfway through his hamburger and chocolate milk.

Immediately, Logan put his napkin on the table. “I’ll take him.”

“You haven’t finished eating.” Mrs. Ping pointed to his plate. “I’ll take him.”

She doesn’t get it.

Logan was trying to get away from Marie. If he didn’t have to talk to her, there would be no confrontation. It was a preventive strategy that Urquhart men were known for.

Avoid all conflicts by fleeing the scene.

Mrs. Ping was on her feet and Jonas was already holding her hand, before Logan could come up with a reason to be the one to take Jonas to the boys’ room.

Marie said not a word. She kept eating silently.

Logan placed the napkin back on his lap.

He glanced at her.

She didn’t return the gesture.

Funny, she was even prettier than the day they had married. If he could do it all over again, he would give her a grand wedding. A destination wedding, even.

Sometimes Logan felt bad that, in spite of the Urquhart fortune, they’d had such a small beach wedding that only her parents and close relatives were invited to. Marie had insisted on not inviting too many people, and everyone was prohibited from posting the Urquhart-Bouchard wedding photos on social media.

After their mini honeymoon in England, Logan had to fly back to a string of meetings at the Urquhart Enterprise headquarters in Atlanta, and Marie had to go back to her translator job, wherever it was.

As crazy as it sounded, he would go out with her all over again, if only to revisit the times they had missed or lost. Perhaps he could court her, and let their relationship take its course from their being an item to being husband and wife.

They had leapt too quickly to the wedding altar, and then just as quickly, their marriage had fizzled out.

What on earth is a no-fault divorce anyway?

Had they admitted they’d made a mistake? How could anyone make a big mistake with such an important life event?

Well, I did.

---