by Monroe, Max
“Yep. Amtrak.”
Amtrak. Remember that, Cat…
“Okay… Well… Do you happen to have any information for me?” I asked and rested my elbows on the counter. “You know, like, where is the train located? How do I get there?”
C’mon, Carol. Work with me here.
She sighed, long and exaggerated, and then sat there, wordless, for what felt like an eternity.
Whose will would break more quickly?
To my surprise, I won that round, and she eventually opened a drawer on the left side of her desk and started to rummage through its contents.
“How long have you been with RoyalAir?”
“Six months.”
“That explains it,” she muttered under her breath.
Wow. Another point for Carol, I guess.
I bit my tongue for the second time. I feared if I didn’t get out of Carol’s office in the next five minutes, I might bite the damn thing straight off.
“Here,” she said and slapped a white envelope onto the counter.
Done with our game and done with me, Carol didn’t provide any instructions after that. I silently prayed she hadn’t just shoved an old Chinese food menu into an envelope, lifted my elbows from the counter, and grabbed the handle of my carry-on.
Fingers and toes crossed, I strode out of the office, sat down on an empty bench, and opened up the white flap of paper on the back.
My eyes scanned the text, and relief filled my stomach, heavy and warm. Carol had actually given me information that could help me find my way to Birmingham before my nine a.m. flight.
Hallelujah, praise Jesus.
Unfortunately, when I got a load of the nightly Amtrak train schedule, the relief quickly dissipated.
Next train to Birmingham: 12:00 a.m.
I looked at my watch. 11:30 p.m.
Google was my bitch as I typed in the train station and plotted a foot route from my current location. Estimated time it would take for me to get to the train: twenty minutes.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered and hopped out of my seat at a dead sprint.
Are you ready to see Quinn Bailey’s world collide with a woman he can’t resist?
Nothing says romance like a midnight train out of Georgia… ;)
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XOXO,
Max Monroe