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paid—”
    “Of course.” Too tired and too dazed by the news to put up an argument, Ally just nodded and said, “I’ll take that one,” to the first seat the guard mentioned. He wrote the carriage and seat number on the back of her ticket and also pressed a sheath of white slips into her hand.
    “They’re drink vouchers,” he explained. “You can redeem them in our Red lounge car. Now, Ms. Brown, may I show you to your seat?”
    Ally shook her head and held up the white slips. “Just point me in the direction of the bar.”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Brown, but the lounge bar is not operational during this stop. It will open again at ten tomorrow morning.”
    Ally hoped her expression told him how much she hated him at that very moment. “I’m guessing carriage three is this way?” she said glacially as she pointed to the front of the train. He nodded and she stalked off without another word or a glance. Refund or no, the train company would soon be receiving a scathing letter.
    Carriage three was in semidarkness when she entered, the lighting lowered for those who were attempting sleep. Ally picked her way down the aisle. A man who had straightened his leg by placing it in the corridor grunted in his sleep when Ally tripped over it. Next to him another man snored softly. A little farther and she turned up her nose. Someone had farted. Two rows later and she found her seat. Ally sighed. The woman in the adjacent seat was rather large and had draped over into her space. Ally carefully pushed her bag into the overhead luggage rack and settled gently into her seat. Despite her attempts, the woman next to her awoke.
    “I’m sorry,” Ally whispered as she arranged the thin blanket, which was supplied, over her knees.
    “That’s okay, dear.” A well-padded hand patted Ally on the knee. “I was about through trying to sleep for the moment anyway.” The woman rearranged her seat, adjusting the back so it was in more of an upright position. “I’m Marge, dear. What’s your name?”

CHAPTER THREE

    At one thirty-seven a.m., Morgan locked her compartment door behind her and headed in the direction of the Gold carriages. Not wanting to be delayed by anyone or anything, she walked quickly with her head down. By one thirty-nine she was standing outside Kitty’s room. Kitty was the only crew member to have Gold accommodation. Not that she was especially special. She wanted a room to herself: there were no more twin sleepers available in Red, and single sleepers were only available in Gold class. Morgan could have also had a similar room, but since she had access to all the Gold facilities anyway, she had opted for the extra space.
    The second hand on her watch was just ticking over to the next minute when she felt the train slowly pull out. It was at that same moment she knocked on Kitty’s door.
    Despite the hour, Morgan knew Kitty would be awake. After all, it was Kitty who had called this late-night rendezvous.
    “I want to see you in my quarters the very second the train leaves” had been Kitty’s directive. She’d issued it after barging into Morgan’s compartment unannounced at a very inconvenient moment. At that moment—just like one of those sneezes that threaten and threaten but then disappear—Morgan’s approaching orgasm sucked itself back into her body and dissolved, leaving only a frustrating memory of what could have been.
    That very inconvenient and also very embarrassing moment had been over an hour ago. Now, as Morgan waited for the few seconds before Kitty’s door slid open, her thoughts shifted from what could have been to what was. And what she was, was in big trouble.
    Kitty glowered at Morgan, giving a tilt of her head to indicate that she was to enter. With the bed pulled down there was very little maneuvering room in the single sleeper compartment and Morgan had to shuffle past Kitty to claim a bit of the floor space. She had the sinking feeling that what already promised to be a very