Page 4 of Wait for Me

No. I’m far, far away from my job. A whole continent away.

Far away from Vienna, where INTERPOL and the FBI were still digging through the ashes for clues, picking up the pieces of the damage left by Molyneux.

Marie caught herself.

Why am I thinking of Molyneux every waking hour?

She is not God.

Marie felt that she had to find Molyneux, who had destroyed the life of very good friend of hers, Esperanza Diaz-Mendenhall, who had started out in Spain’s Centro Nacional de Inteligencia. Esperanza had told Marie that if she helped her track down Molyneux, then she could stay at her mountain retreat for free the rest of her life.

Just what I need.

Another vacation.

“Mommy!”

Marie stared at her boy—little no longer—making his way through the crowd toward her, dragging his nanny with him.

How was he able to spot her in the crowd?

Sure, she was tall—nearly six feet—but there were many people in this hall.

Instinctively, Marie walked toward her son.

Behind him, his nanny repeatedly said, “Walk, walk. No running!”

But just like his dad, Jonas didn’t listen.

Ah. I must be tired.

Marie chided herself for projecting upon this boy everything she had disliked about his father. Their pride had driven them apart, but primarily it had been Logan’s inability to trust her.

He had wanted to know everything she did.

She could tell him absolutely nothing.

All she wanted him to do was trust her.

That, he couldn’t do without full disclosure.

Marie stepped forward, the pain in her healing collar bones starting to bother her again. She could barely recall the raid two weeks ago now. All she could remember was her own sadness afterwards, when she had arrived at her apartment to take a hot bath and noticed the new email from Logan asking her to join them on an Alaskan cruise.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t remembered her own son’s birthday until Logan said so in his email. In fact, half his birthday celebration would be over before this cruise. His one-hundred-guest birthday party in the backyard of his house in Atlanta had been the highlight of the week. That could have been enough, Marie thought.

No. Jonas wanted more.

And Daddy would give him the world.

Jonas broke free from his nanny’s grip, and flew into Marie, wrapping his arms around her waist so tightly that she could hardly breathe. His blond head, which he had inherited from her, came up to her abdomen.

He was so tiny when I left him with his dad…

Marie blinked.

Her motherly heart constricted.

How could I have left him?

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