Page 64 of Wait for Me

With that statement, Logan confessed to Marie that he knew she wasn’t going to be forthcoming with him.

She opened her mouth to say something.

“You don’t have to come in. We’re no longer married to each other, and we’re not obligated to share the same space.”

“Obligated?” Marie asked.

“Unless you want to come in and explain everything to me.”

Marie took a deep breath. “I don’t have all the details, to tell you the truth. But we can talk if it makes you feel better.”

Logan held the door with his good arm.

Marie stepped inside the stateroom with the same configuration as hers—except without the gore.

Logan pointed to the sofa. “I’m going to change out of these clothes. Wait for me?”

He kicked off his blood-stained loafers, then tossed them into the trashcan. “I hope those bad guys didn’t have diseases, because I got blood all over me.”

“You better take a shower. I did.”

“Did you throw away your clothes?”

“Yeah.” Marie surveyed the room. The curtains were drawn, and it bothered her. She started walking toward them. “I didn’t feel like getting them laundered.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Before he closed the bathroom door, he said, “Promise me you won’t leave.”

“I’ll sit here and wait for you. Don’t get your arm wet.”

“I’ll try not to.”

The door closed, and Marie heard the shower head come to live.

She pulled the curtain open. Outside, a new day was dawning. Small streams flowed down the rocky mountains, streaked with rocks and snow. The ship glided across the water so slowly that small icebergs floating by looked like they were doing it in slow motion.

Every now and then a seal jumped up on an iceberg.

Jonas would have loved this.

Marie glanced at her watch. It was 5:21 a.m. He was probably still asleep.

Between cleaning up in her new stateroom and collecting Logan from the infirmary, she had stopped at Jonas’s room to tell Mrs. Ping to be extra vigilant. There was no time to explain everything.

Mrs. Ping understood what was going on. In fact, Marie had told her more than what she had told Logan. Perhaps it was time for Logan to be in on the secret too.

“Ah, you’re still here. Good.”

Marie spun around. Logan was drying his hair with a towel. He was dressed in a pair of tee shirt and pajama pants.

“Let’s sit and talk. Want some coffee? I’ll ask the steward to bring some.”

Marie shook her head. “I think you better lie down. I will bring a chair and sit with you.”

“Yeah, the painkiller they gave me…” Logan offered to help Marie move a chair, but she said he could do it with more hands than he could spare.

Logan climbed into the bed on top of the bedspread, and waited for his ex-wife.

Ex-wife.

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