Page 92 of Wait for Me

“How else do we protect him?”

“Espy’s team—”

“No. That won’t last. How much do you think her team costs?”

“You’re not paying for it.”

“She is for now. But at some point in time, it will no longer be cost-effective. Then what?”

“If we find Buchanan, then it will be over,” Marie said.

“What will be over?”

“This nightmare.”

“What nightmare?”

Marie didn’t reply.

“Tell me, Marie,” Logan pleaded, but he couldn’t give up now. “I deserve that much.”

“We’re no longer married to each other.”

“This tore us apart.”

“Did it?” Marie looked puzzled.

Logan stared.

“What?” Marie asked.

“Jonas makes that face too. Usually when he’s halfway irritated or confused or both.”

“Huh.” Marie got up. “Well, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I’d like to go to bed. We have church tomorrow, as you said.”

“It’s only nine o’clock.” Logan pointed to his watch.

“For you, maybe. But I need to reset my clock to Paris time.”

“When can we talk about this?” Logan felt defeated.

“If we find Buchanan and I quit my job, maybe soon. Otherwise, never.”

Logan was stunned. There was no way he was going to ever get through to Marie. He had lost her forever, hadn’t he? He felt like something was stuck in his throat. He couldn’t get another word out.

Helplessly, he watched her leave his office.

Sigh.

He turned off the lights, and dragged himself out into the hallway.

And there she was. Leaning against the wall, her face in her palms.

Hiding from the world?

Without calling her name, Logan went to her. She wasn’t startled when he approached her. He held her in his arms, neither one saying a word.

Logan forgot all the things he was angry about. All the secrets she had been keeping from him. All the reasons she had to stay away from the son she clearly loved.

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