Page 63 of Wait for Me

Marie clammed up.

“We have just cause.” A sly smile appeared on Zaid’s face, ending at the scar on his cheek—which Marie hadn’t been this close to notice. “His people sell weapons through my country and it’s affecting our relationship with other countries, such as the United States. We now have an opportunity to end his activities.”

“I’m just a simple translator.” Marie didn’t know why she felt that she had to say that. Her cover was blown now that Zaid knew she worked for INTERPOL. “I’m on vacation with my family, nothing more.”

He ignored Marie. “It took a while to get to you. I’m sorry your husband was injured.”

“Ex—never mind. You’re not really a bodyguard for Aliyah, are you?”

“Her Royal Highness, you mean.”

“I’m sorry. She introduced herself to me as Aliyah with no titles.”

“We’re trying to be low-key onboard. You better go clean up.”

Marie nodded. “Thank you for rescuing Logan and me.”

“We aim to keep our passengers safe. Next time you go on a cruise, do not hide under your real name.”

Next time, I don’t have to hide at all.

Marie lifted a finger. “One last thing.”

Zaid frowned.

“What happened to Buchanan’s phone on the coffee table?” Marie asked, anyway.

“What phone?”

Chapter Thirty

In the medical facilities several decks below, the shipboard physician x-rayed Logan’s arm and then paged a retired orthopedic surgeon who happened to be among the passengers on the cruise.

Between the doctors onboard the ship and their telemedicine associates at a partner hospital in Texas somewhere, they determined that Logan had a simple fracture in his left arm, near the elbow. It must’ve been where he had landed on the balcony when Buchanan’s men invaded Marie’s stateroom.

Watching the surgeon and the doctor put a cast on Logan’s arm, Marie drew a sigh of relief. Her hair was still wet, but tied up in a ponytail. She had showered in her new stateroom, and changed into whatever clothes were still left in her suitcase that the steward had retrieved from her stateroom. It was a good thing that she had practically lived out of her suitcase. They had to bring her a new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, but she had everything else she needed for the rest of the cruise.

Except honesty between her and Logan.

Eventually they’d have to come clean with each other. However, if they never remarried, what would it matter? After what happened tonight, Logan might be done with her.

Just as well.

Some things were best left unsaid, unexplained.

By the time Marie accompanied Logan back to his own stateroom, it was nearly dawn.

“Come in for a minute?” Logan asked.

So he can interrogate me?

Marie couldn’t decide if she should say yes or no. She had sent a secure message to both INTERPOL to advise them on what happened to her family. To be on the safe side, she also sent an encrypted message to her friend Esperanza, whose security firm had protected Jonas in the past. Maybe she could send the same person to accompany them home from Alaska.

“I know we’re both tired, but I have some questions,” Logan explained.

“I have many questions.”

“But few answers.”

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