Page 88 of Wait for Me

“You mean this race track?” Marie asked, as she eyed the wall of windows leading to the terrace and the backyard.

Jonas nodded. “You and me. We put it together.”

“Yes, we did.” Marie closed the blinds. It was dark outside, and someone could be in the yard—

No.

Nobody’s in the yard except Espy’s people.

Esperanza had sent only four people to guard the twenty-acre estate. Logan had an argument with Marie about it that morning after breakfast—which Marie had made.

Marie had a feeling that Logan was trying to pry information out of her. His questions were invasive, pushing her to a corner.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Marie tried to deflect his interrogation.

“Don’t change the subject.” Logan threw down his napkin on the table.

By then, Jonas had gone downstairs to play by himself, something he was used to.

It was only eight in the morning, and already the divorced couple had argued—but at least it was away from their son.

“Many things aren’t adding up,” Logan said. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on, you can tell Esperanza I don’t want her people all over my property.”

“It’s for Jonas’s protection.”

“What about me?”

“You too.”

“You don’t trust me.” Logan threw down his napkin and walked out of the beautiful French kitchen that he had renovated six years before for Marie.

Minutes later, Marie heard the garage door open.

It had been twelve hours, and Logan hadn’t returned.

He had left her with Jonas.

“Mommy?” Jonas handed her a toy car. “A gift for you.”

It was a red sports car.

“For me?” Marie smiled as best she could.

“Uh-huh. When you go to work, you can think of me.” Jonas patted Marie on her shoulder.

Marie’s eyes watered. “I’ll carry it with me everywhere I go.”

“Good idea! You want another car? How big is your backpack?” Jonas looked around.

“This is enough. More than enough.” Marie put the car into the pocket of her shorts.

She didn’t hear anyone come into the playroom, but when she looked up, there he was, standing at the door and watching mother and son.

“You got a car too?” Logan asked. He was sipping a bottle of mineral water.

“Daddy, you’re home!” Jonas jumped up and tripped on the race track.

As if by instinct, Marie leapt into action and grabbed Jonas before he fell face first on the carpet.

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