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While Havers put his life into God’s hands, Nathan went looking for Louisa. It wasn’t just a desire to see how she was coping with the weather-enforced restriction, he needed her help, if she was willing to provide it.
He found her in the bar, along with two-thirds of the hotel’s guests, who were dealing with the situation in the most appropriate way available to them, by wetting their insides, something he wished he could join them in.
“Sorry to interrupt, got a minute, Lou?” he asked, intruding as politely as he could on the conversation his friend was having with her companions.
“Sure. Excuse me,” Louisa said to her fellow holidaymakers as she pushed her chair back and got to her feet. “What’s up?” she asked of her friend.
Nathan didn’t answer straightaway, instead he led her aw
