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After a while, Marie looked up. “Logan?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you wait for me?” she asked. “When the time is right, I will tell you everything.”

Logan closed his eyes and nodded. What other choice did he have? He was still in love with his ex-wife. Someday, they would be on the same page. Just not today.

When the time is right?

And when might that be? Logan didn’t ask, lest he spoil their moment. Instead, he cupped Marie’s face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears streaking down her cheeks. “You’re a tough cookie, and here you are, crying.”

“Only for two people in the world.”

“That so?”

Marie nodded.

“Am I one of them?”

Marie nodded again. She lifted up her lips, waiting.

And Logan gave her what she wanted.

Chapter Forty-Four

“Mommy, you must not lose the red car I gave you.” Jonas’s chubby finger pointed at Marie. “I want it back when you come home.”

“Bossy, isn’t he?” Marie turned to Logan.

Logan shrugged. He was standing in the foyer with them, waiting for Marie’s ride. Any moment now, they all expected to hear the doorbell ring.

Esperanza had sent someone to pick up Marie and take her to Briscoe Field to fly out with Esperanza’s team.

“Will you promise to wait for me?” Marie asked Jonas again, but it was perhaps also for Logan. They had halfway reconciled on Saturday night, but that was twenty-four hours ago.

After church and lunch, Marie had received a call from Esperanza. They had tracked Buchanan to Tunisia. If Marie wanted in on it, she could catch a ride out with the new members Esperanza had added to her team.

It came with a caveat.

There was no way Marie’s supervisor in Lyon would agree to her involvement in any of this. For her own protection and that of her family, and the reputation of INTERPOL, Marie had to officially quit her job and go to work for Mendenhall Security.

That was her only guarantee she would have a job when the storm blew over.

Then again, while Mendenhall Security could guarantee that Marie would be compensated for her work as their newest polyglot translator, only God could guarantee her safety.

If He chose to.

If I die, I die. As long as my family is safe.

The bossy member of her family was still staring at her. Tears puddled in Jonas’s blue eyes. He seemed angry and sad at the same time.

Marie had been there. Partings were such horrible times.

Marie sat down cross-legged on the marble floor. Jonas sat on her lap. She held him there as he sobbed and sobbed.

“Jonas, you’re now five years old and a big boy,” Logan said. “You can handle this.”

“I’m still Mommy’s baby,” Jonas replied.

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