She missed the last train by four minutes.
She knew it the moment she came through the hotel lobby doors and saw the time on her phone and did the mental calculation that came out four minutes short. The cab queue outside the hotel was long in the way of cab queues after large events, a line of people with the particular patient resignation of people who had already accepted their situation and were simply waiting for it to resolve.
She joined it. She pulled up her cab app. The estimated wait was thirty-two minutes.
It had started to rain.
She was standing in the rain with her phone in her hand calculating whether the cab or the queue was faster when a car pulled up to the hotel entrance and Colt stepped out of the passenger side and held the door.
He was looking at her.
She looked a
