Chapt. 12

"What made you think you would've gotten involved with my family?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, Louisa, things happen."

"Proceed."

He looked up at her as if asking if she was really sure about it. When her silence spoke, he shot, "The second time we met, I knew for sure it was a miracle,"

Louisa remembered that day like it was yesterday: she had managed to convince her brother to lend him his car for a shopping drive with friends after which they stopped for a bite at a Chinese restaurant. They bumped into each other upon opening the double glass door but he was leaving. His beam shone in all its splendor thawing her to a liquid mess. 

'Hi,'

'Louisa, right?'

'Right,' her face heated up probably because he had recalled her name, or was it the intensity at which he analyzed her face; her freckled face. Louisa stylishly co