Page 3 of Wait for Me

He couldn’t think of the date.

“Daddy, please?” Jonas tugged at his hand, smearing peanut butter—and probably saliva—all over it.

Logan stared at his son.

Well, he’d done it this time.

He had promised, and he must now deliver.

Logan had never broken any promise in his adult life, including his marriage vow. He was free and clear, blameless in every way.

The only relative in town, cousin Jared, had questioned Logan after the latter had signed the divorce papers, but Logan’s conscience had been and was still now clear.

It pained Logan to recall that sad episode in his life. It had been as if someone had died.

What on earth had happened to their marriage?

Well, yeah, I wasn’t about to learn any of the languages she knows, since she speaks flawless English, but surely it was more than that?

What had been so irreconcilable about his daily quarrels with Marie that had led to the abrupt end of their love story?

Funny. Logan couldn’t remember the details of their arguments, only his own conclusions.

And he knew he didn’t want Marie back in his life.

Not ever.

Chapter One

Marie Bouchard blamed herself for being absent from her son’s life the last three years, even though there had been no way for her to call from deep undercover, not when the lives of her team members had been at stake.

Ironically, she had been in the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee back in October of the year before. It had been an FBI operation, although INTERPOL helped with the intel on the European side and Marie was embedded with the Americans since she could blend in with her American accent.

Deep undercover with FBI Special Agent Jake Kessler, Marie’s job was to intercept everything said in French and translate that for Jake. After the operation was over, she was whisked out of the United States under the cover of night and flown home to Europe for their high-level debriefing in Lyon, France. Some higher-up bureaucrats didn’t like the way the operation had gone, and caused Marie to be dismissed from the rest of the operation.

The very next day, Marie was reassigned to the French Riviera, where she began translating French into English for a British businessman whom the INTERPOL was very interested in. The French Riviera was exactly where Marie and Logan Urquhart had first met six years ago. There were so many memories there that she could barely focus on her job. On top of all that, chasing down a small-time drug trafficker was a demotion for her.

Yep. The last nine months had been nothing but a concerto of failures. For five years, they had failed to catch the fugitive of all fugitives, Molyneux. They failed to infiltrate her inner circle. What would it take to bring down the most notorious anarchist activist in the history of the world?

Certainly, taking seven days off to bask in the Alaskan sun and stare at glaciers and mountains was not Marie’s idea of action.

It’s unfair!

This vacation was forced on me! I didn’t ask for it. But—

“Mommy!”

The high-pitched choir boy scream could slice off everyone’s ears in the massive embarkation hall where thousands of passengers waited to board theAlaskan Queen of the Arctic Seas.

A fancy name for a refurbished 1969 cruise ship.

Marie’s eyes darted back and forth from face to face in the sea of strangers, looking for something out of place—

“Mommy!”

Ah. Reality check.

I’m not at work.

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