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?