Daphne
I had just a glimpse of some of the Secret Service agents’ faces as we disappeared inside the elevator. Their expressions were an almost comical mix of surprise, irritation, and exasperation, which gave me the feeling that Louis often changed his plans on the spur of the moment and left his men scrambling to catch up with him.
“Yes, pull the car around front, and then find your own way home. Yes, you heard me right, I’m going to drive myself.” Louis had the phone to his ear even as he held me close against his side. He grinned at me impishly as he tucked the phone back into his jacket. When we left the lobby of the building, his limousine was parked at the curb, and the flustered looking driver was standing by the driver’s door.
“Sir, are you sure–?”
Louis led me to the pa
