“I am definitely going to report those guys! Scaring me like that,” she said as she got in the official car waiting for her. She kept ranting on about how she hated the plane and the turbulence and the memories that came with it. Poor Louis had to endure it as it was once of the things he signed up for. “What were you mumbling under your breath when I was scared? I heard you move your lips and whispering words that I couldn’t make of,”
“A prayer you mean.”
“You were praying?” She raised her eyebrows at him. To her, Louis never seemed like the kind to be prayerful. She still wasn’t over the fact that he would attend a church just because he loved the way they sang.
“Is that a bad thing?” He raised a brow at her and she shook her head immediately. “The hotel is five minutes away. Everyt
