A Certain Kind Of Holiday (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
I knew it had been a mistake to bring my laptop to the train’s Pacific Parlour Car, but I’d wanted a drink and I hadn’t been keen on carrying it from the bar to my small roomette. I was too likely to spill it, what with the motion of the train. Besides, I’d reasoned, I’d secluded myself in my room upon departing Seattle the day before, and the train couldn’t possibly be that crowded the day after Christmas, could it? That assumption had been horribly wrong, as it turned out. I’d managed to grab a corner table in the lounge area of the car, but it was packed. I was lucky someone hadn’t taken the seat next to me up until then. I raised my eyes from my laptop’s display to peer over my glasses at the gentleman who stood in front of me, holding a glass of wine and looking at me enquiringly. He was tall—probably an inch or two over my own six-foot stature—and his tousled hair was a rather striking shade of silver.
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