Abandoning soccer practice, dinner dishes, client meetings, and family phone calls, Jack and Diane stepped onto the platform amid the billowing steam from the train engine for their clandestined rendezvous. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her under the fading light of the sun. “How’d you get away?” His kiss, the smell of his sweat mixed with the oil from the tracks made her weak in the knees. She held tightly to his arms. Looking deep into his eyes, she smiled. “Said I’d forgotten the platters for the party at the shop. You?” His eyes drank in every inch of her face. “Left my cleats at home.” He kissed her neck. “I can’t believe we’re still getting away with this.” He buried his face into her hair as the whistle let out a long, shrill peal. The engine began the slow chug out of the station. “One of these times, we’re going to jump on board.” She ran her fingers through his hair; the diamond in her wedding ring catching the light. “One day, husband. But tonight, we dream.”