Page 7 of Wait for Me

And now, after three years, they had to confront each other again.

What was she going to say to him when they were together?

What was he going to say to her?

Here he comes.

Ah, she needn’t have worried.

In what seemed like a great show of hatred for her, Logan walked past without even looking at her, registering a look of disgust that Marie had been familiar with.

Marie didn’t turn to see where he was sitting, but she had seen enough. That scorn on his face had told her everything.

That’s how he still feels about me.

Chapter Three

Iprobably shouldn’t have done that.

And that other thing too.

Logan entered his stateroom, and made his way through the roomy space. He passed by his suitcase in the walk-in closet. He would unpack his clothes later, but at this time—even though it was Saturday—he had some business decisions to make.

His cousin, Jared, wanted Urquhart Enterprises—the family business they had inherited from their parents—to invest in a steel company in India. That New Delhi company was doing well, which meant a steady income for its investors.

But.

Jared himself was a partner in yet another company, Ruttledge Yamada Urquhart Commercial Properties, based out of Atlanta, but with branch offices in Savannah and on St. Simon’s Island on the Georgia coast. He was stretched thin developing several mixed-use properties in those two coastal locations. The real estate projects had required Urquhart Enterprises to dip into their venture capitalist funds a bit too frequently.

And now, Jared wanted to add one more investment to their portfolio.

The way Logan looked at it, he wasn’t sure their bank account could sustain one more investment, its future projected income notwithstanding.

Logan didn’t have peace about it. He had told Jared he needed more time to pray about this.

God had worked it out for him in an interesting way. Jonas’s birthday meant Logan was taking time off. Jared then decided to go to London for a few days to visit his girlfriend and their daughter.

Anything to buy time.

Time to pray for more time.

Sigh.

Logan walked outside to the wide balcony deck. The ship was still docked. He and his family—well, plus Marie—had boarded the ship first, ahead of all the rest of the passengers paying less for their staterooms.

He leaned against the plexiglass railings of his balcony, at the edge of the ship—sun and wind in his hair—as he stared back into his stateroom. Marie had another stateroom just like this one. In between theirs, around the corner, Jonas and his nanny had a penthouse stateroom.

It was a splurge, but then Jonas was the birthday boy.

Still, Logan wondered what would become of his son if he continued to lavish such luxuries on a child who probably preferred the children’s activity center and pool, and would only stay in his stateroom to sleep at night.

Then again, he was sure Jonas was going to be a good boy for all of them. He had always been such a good-natured boy. Calm and happy.

I wish Marie and I could be like that.

Logan felt bad all over again. He should apologize to her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to.

Let her think what she will.

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