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She was determined to hide her identity
Claire de Montebourg was running, running from a terrible truth she did not want to believe. But when her car slithered dangerously across a country road during the storm, a flat tire threatened to ruin all her plans.
Then a pair of blinding headlights flashed out of the gloom, and a young man who introduced himself as Dave Heron entered her life.
"How far are you going, Miss, er--"
"Francine. Francine Severac," she lied. A look of disbelief spread across his face and panic rose in her. Had she been recognized? Was the charade already over?