Chapter 9

“Victoria?”

“Yes?”

“The next train doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning at 7:45.”

“Okay.” What else could she say? It was her fault she’d missed the train.

A few minutes later and she had new train ticket. “Hungry?” Ivan asked.

“I’ve already eaten,” she answered, shaking her head. “If you can call processed meat with cheese from a can a Philly cheese steak?”

“How about you join me while I eat? You might find something to nibble on.”

Was it her imagination, or had he intended the sexual innuendo? Shrugging, she answered, “Sure!”

“How about Luigi’s? It’s right across the street.”

“Why not? I don’t have anywhere else I have to be, and I’d love to catch up with you.” Had she just said love? She glanced at his face, but he seemed intent on getting out of there.

He grabbed her luggage and led her outside to his fancy car; his very new, obviously expensive car. He popped the trunk and placed her bags inside. He curled her arm inside his as they walked across to the street to Luigi’s. Once th