Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 15


The Night Train

Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske

Night 15


Rachel’s stomach lurched and she turned quickly toward her car window, pretending to study a row of shops as they drove past. The last thing she wanted to do was spend the day alone with this man, in a city she didn’t know.

“Thank you—very kind of you. But not necessary. I’ll get brochures from the concierge and take a tour.”

“Nonsense. I insist,” he stated firmly, the steel in his voice unmistakable.

“I need to finish a report before I go anywhere. I don’t know when I’ll be through. Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call to see if you’re available when I’m done?” She gave him what she hoped was an innocent smile.

“Very well, then,” he replied. “I’ll be ready when you call.”


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