Page 39 of Wait for Me

“It’s for the best.”

Logan laughed. “That’s what they all say. And then they spend the next three years with a hole in their lives, having let someone slip away.”

“Is that how you feel?”

“You know our marriage vows. ‘What God has put together, let no man put asunder.’ That one?”

“It was a traditional vow.”

“We chose it together.”

“Yes, we did.”

“And then we broke it. We broke our marriage.”

“It’s too late, Logan,” Marie said. “We have both moved on.”

Logan sat up and faced Marie. “Have we moved on? Are you seeing someone now?”

“No. You know my job. I travel a lot—too much, sometimes. I’m hardly in one place long enough to date anyone.”

“I’m busy with work too. You were the last person I dated.”

“Really?” Marie laughed. “I thought the other bazillionaires would have swarmed around you.”

“They want to date my money, you mean?”

Marie stopped laughing.

“Did you know that you’re the only person I’ve ever gone out with who didn’t care about my money?”

“Was that why you married me?” Marie closed the cap on her empty mineral water bottle and placed it on the small table next to her.

Logan hadn’t noticed it until now, but she had kept her small clutch purse next to her hip instead of on the table, which had space for that little purse.

He wondered what was in the purse, but he wasn’t going to ask. The last time he looked into her purse, a little Glock stared back at him. However, he doubted that the captain of this cruise ship would allow armed passengers onboard.

He sighed. There was so much he didn’t know about Marie.

“I married you because…” Logan walked over to Marie and gently pulled her to her feet. “You saw me for me only, we were good with each other, we both love God, and I knew that I could never love another like I loved you.”

“But we’re divorced.”

“I don’t know what happened, and I wish we never did.”

“You were jealous, Logan,” Marie reminded him. “You thought I was having an affair. You sent that bungling PI to track me down. What did he tell you?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.” Marie let go of his hand. She stepped toward the railing. “Because there was no one else. However, because you sent the PI, you put yourself and Jonas in danger.”

Logan sat up. He couldn’t believe it. “It took you three years to tell me that?”

“We took care of it.”

“Wewho?”

“I can’t say, but trust me when I tell you that your PI put our son in danger when he went out there asking people about me on behalf of a then toddler.”

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