Page 51 of Wait for Me

Like father, like son.

Marie turned around. “Please don’t whine like Jonas.”

Logan laughed. “Do I look like I am?”

“Your face looks like you’re about to.”

“Give me more credit than that. I’m thirty-five, not five!” Logan walked back to the sofa. He put on his shoes.

Marie didn’t want him to leave, but it was for the best.

“I wish we could be more than friends, but we’ve been there, done that, and it didn’t work out,” Logan said. “I’m sorry I was pushy about the incident this morning. I’m probably just paranoid after that…uh.”

“After what?” Marie placed her hands on her hips. “After what?”

“It was a while ago, and I’m sure it was nothing.”

“A while ago when?”

Logan picked up his phone. “I’ll email you what I found about Abdul’s family.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Touché.”

Marie grabbed his arm. “Seriously, Logan. Is this about Jonas? Why didn’t you hire security? This is your only son!”

Marie knew she had to backtrack later. She herself could have asked for continued security, but she had thought the danger was over.

“Whoa. Slow down.” Logan held her hand. “If you must know…”

“Yes, I must know.”

“Then sit down and I’ll tell you about it.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“One year ago? Now you tell me?” Marie’s voice was rising. She paced the carpeted floor barefooted. “Someone broke into Jonas’s bedroom and tried to kidnap him and you never said a word for one year?”

“Calm down, honey.” Logan felt halfway between bad that he had to tell his ex-wife what happened to their son and good that he had finally gotten it off his chest.

“Don’t youhoneyme.” Marie stopped at the back of an armchair. “I wish you had told me before we boarded this ship.”

“What would you have done?”

“Brought extra security, for example.” She placed her hands on the top of the chair’s backrest. Her fingers dug into the leather.

Was it Logan’s imagination, or did Marie’s painted fingernails look like fangs?

“One year ago.” Marie sighed. “That was long after we thought it was over.”

“What was over? Who thought what was over?”

Marie didn’t say.

Logan recalled all the questions of his own that had gone unanswered for six years. “If we keep more secrets between us, how can we come together to help our son? I told you everything, but you told me nothing. It’s not fair, Marie. I can’t do this with you this way.”

“I have sworn not to talk about my work.” Marie came around the chair and sat down. “I have one more assignment, and then I’m quitting.”

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