Chapter 40

“That’s more like it,” she mutters as she hoists herself from the pool. She needn’t have worried—hell, we’re probably still going at it when she gets home.

We don’t have the Sleeper Car on the train the next day, just two seats in the upstairs. Which is funny, because what with one thing and another we’ve been up most the night, and we sleep the whole way home. We agree, though, that what we got up to on it on the way up was a much better use of that little bed.

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