I nodded. Having money had its perks, but I’d have given every dollar I’d earned to rewrite my past.
“You can have the room in back here.” I showed her to the back of the plane where Molly had already made up the pull-out couch bed.
Hannah looked at me with a frown. “No, I’ll sit in one of those.” She motioned to the chairs upfront.
“My plane. My rules.” I winked at her.
A blush crept up her cheeks and something flipped over in my stomach. I liked her. I couldn’t deny that any longer.
“You’re sweet, Jack Marrow.”
I playfully glanced over my shoulder and then back at her. “Shhh. No one is supposed to know that.”
She grinned, and I wished I could take a picture of that smile so I could print it out and put it on my desk. It was like an instant hit of oxytocin.
But then a sudden spike of fear seized me. Hannah Phillips was going to test my no-falling-in-love rule. I just knew it.
Chapter Nine
HANNAH
I barely knew Jack, yet I felt so comfortable in his presence. I could hardly believe we were on a private plane together, going to India! We’d watched a movie and then played a round of Scrabble when the stewardess, Molly, brought out our meal.
The delicious scent filled the entire cabin. The tray held a small side salad, a larger plate of steak with garlic mashed potatoes, and a sliver of chocolate cake.
I grinned. “Okay, worth it for the food.”
Jack held up his fork. “Bon appétit.”
He plopped a hunk of cucumber into his mouth, and I gave him a small smile. Closing my eyes, I bowed my head and silently thanked the Lord for my meal. I asked Him to bless it and to keep Jack and me safe on this trip. When I opened my eyes, Jack was watching me with a curious expression.
“Can I ask you a hard question?” he asked.
I braced myself. “Sure.”
He swallowed hard. “If you believe in God and your mom got cancer, why not just ask Him to heal it?”
I sighed. That was a hard question, and one typically asked from non-believers to believers alike. “God does still heal people, all the time. The Bible is riddled with stories of Jesus healing.Sometimes He will heal us through man, like going to the doctor, and sometimes He will supernaturally heal us, like in a miracle. And sometimes, for reasons we don’t know…we don’t heal.” I hated saying the last part because I didn’t even want to think that my mom wouldn’t heal from her cancer. I was having complete faith that she would.
Jack nodded, as if that made sense. “Do you have that kind of faith? To believe in a miracle healing?”
That was easy; I’d never lacked faith.
“I do,” I said without hesitation. I really did believe that my God was still alive today and working miracles, even long after He’d hung on the cross. I believed that, if I asked for it in His son’s name, it would be given. That’s what the Bible said, andthat’swhat I believed. If I were to get some shock diagnosis, I would go into my room in private, fast, and pray to be healed. God willing.
Jack shook his head, giving me a sad smile. “Ienvythat kind of faith.”
That caught my interest. “Do you believe in God?”
He shook his head vigorously. “I mean, as a kid, I thought there must be some great author to this world, but…I’m not sure anymore.”
Not anymore…So he used to?
“What made you stop?” I asked him.
Fear flashed across Jack’s face.
“How are we doing over here?” Molly suddenly came up to check on us.
