Her hand snapped the compartment shut just as the glass doors opened. She barely had time to wipe her sweaty palms on her skirt before Isaac stepped out, walking toward the car with that calm confidence he always carried. He opened the door and slid in beside her, adjusting his cufflinks like nothing was wrong.

“You know what,” he said, flashing her a smile, “instead of going home, I’ll take you somewhere special. I just booked us the most amazing thing ever.”

Her throat went dry. ...