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Mrs. Ping’s face looked concerned. “Will you be fine with Marie, Mr. Logan?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you getting along?”

“We get along, surprisingly.” Logan chuckled. “If you’re implying you’re worried that we might fight on the flight home to Atlanta, you can put that to rest. We haven’t fought all week.”

“Maybe the fresh Alaskan air helped.”

“God helped.”

“Yes, for sure. I have been praying for you two.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ping.” He didn’t want to talk more. “We better go. Is Jonas still in your room?”

“No. Marie took him downstairs. They’re probably waiting near the gangplank.”

“Wow. So we know all the different parts of the cruise ship now, don’t we?”

Mrs. Ping smiled. “I’m a fast learner.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Marie didn’t know how to stop Jonas from sobbing into her blouse. It was all wet on one side, near her hip. He seemed to try his best to keep his crying quiet because there were other kids around. The crowd in the foyer was noisy, and nobody seemed to pay any attention to a weepy five-year-old.

There was so much of Logan in Jonas.

All Marie could do was pray for Jonas that God would surround him with His protection for the rest of his life. She might not be around until the time when Jonas was old, but eternal God would always be there for him.

And for Logan too.

She prayed silently that Jonas would someday believe in Jesus Christ, the strong tower whom Jonas could run to whenever he needed shelter from the storms in life. She knew the storms would come, but she prayed that Jonas would be ready for them.

God would shelter him.

Marie had no doubt about it. She recalled the verse she had shared with Logan on the morning the ship arrived at the glacier fields. Psalm 61:3 had been her anchor verse in the last three years of her career.

For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.

She wanted to retire sooner than later—before the job killed her. Marie wondered if she could call it quits by Christmas so that she could spend the season at home—

Home?

Home as in Logan’s house?

Well, she could always rent a condo nearby, in Buckhead somewhere, so that Jonas didn’t have to go too far to see her. Maybe they could rework their custody agreement so that she could get equal time with her son.

And what about Logan?

Marie didn’t know what to think about Logan. He had taken it like a man that night when Buchanan’s men broke into her stateroom.

She thanked God that Logan wasn’t hurt beyond the broken arm.

It could have been so much worse.

In fact, Buchanan could have come for Jonas.

Marie was sure that as long as Buchanan was still alive, he would. He probably had Logan’s Atlanta house staked out by now.

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