“That was an incredible night.” She smiled at Jason, reaching over to run a hand through his disheveled hair. “You really know how to treat a woman.” “You slept in your clothes on a fold-down bench on a train in India. How does that qualify as amazing?” “Look at this,” she said holding her arms out to her sides. “This is a first-class, AC sleeper for four. And it’s just us.” “Us and everybody who walks by,” Jason said, jerking a thumb at the sliding glass and metal door that separated the cabin from the narrow passageway that ran down the right side of the car. Two large windows on either side of the door gave anyone who cared to look an unobstructed view of the entire cabin. “We didn’t have to fold up the seat backs to make the bunk beds and we didn’t have to do that stupid trick with the blanket so we could sleep together.” “True,” Jason said. “But that’s because we slept on different beds.” He waved his hand in the open area between the thick-cushioned bench seats that served as the bottom bunks in the box-sized cabin.
