Page 91 of Wait for Me

Logan had no words.

God, forgive me. I am so lost as to what to do with my company, my business relationship with Jared, and with my wife—ex-wife—here.

Marie cleared her throat. “Close your eyes, Jonas.”

Jonas did, and so did Logan.

Marie squeezed his hand gently. Logan felt like she was saying, “It will all get better.”

But only God can make all things better.

“Lord Jesus,” Marie prayed. “Thank You for always being with us, no matter where we are in the world. You know all about us and yet You still love us. You care for us. You provide for us. You never let us down. You lead us to the green pasture beside still waters. You calm our nerves. You are our peace. We thank You for a wonderful week in Alaska. We thank You for family time. We ask that You give us all a good night’s sleep tonight. Help us get up bright and early to read the Bible and get ready for church. Thank You, God, for everything. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.”

Logan saidamen.

Jonas didn’t say a word.

Logan opened his eyes to find Jonas fast asleep. He gently let go of his hand, and so did Marie. However, Logan did not let go of Marie’s hand, even though she tried pull it away.

“We need to talk,” he mouthed.

She nodded.

Logan closed the door gently. Outside the bedroom, Logan felt an urge to pull Marie toward him as he used to do when Jonas was a baby, but he didn’t. Instead, he led Marie downstairs to his home office.

“Your office?” Marie stopped short of entering it.

“You’ve seen it before, but I figured that if we talk in my office, it will be more businesslike.” Logan opened the door to let Marie in. “That way, you won’t think I have ulterior motives. Let’s clear the air once and for all, like two logical persons talking business.”

“What business might you be referring to?” Marie sat down in one of the armchairs surrounding a coffee table.

“I don’t know. CIA. State Department. INTERPOL. Take your pick.” Logan sat down in the other armchair across from Marie. That way, they faced each other.

Marie looked stunned.

“You thought I don’t remember that night in Alaska. I remember more than you think.”

“All that is not your concern.”

“And that’s how it all began.” Logan leaned back. His arm itched in the cast.

“If I tell you anything, you and Jonas will be in danger.”

“Ah. A threat.”

“Not mine, I can assure you that.” Marie’s voice remained calm, but Logan knew he would be pushing her buttons tonight.

“External pressure, you’re saying.”

“I can’t say anything.”

“Either way, we’re already in danger. Remember Wednesday night at sea?” Logan reminded her. “They know us now.”

Marie looked away. “I’m sorry about that.”

“If your work is so dangerous, or puts our son in danger, then do you think we should make a new agreement for you never to see Jonas again?”

“What?”

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