She shot a nervous glance outside, where Puddin’ waited in a truck cab cooled by a lowered window. Noah had also insisted the diner wouldn’t welcome a dog, even a small one. Olivia wanted to wait in the truck with her pet, but Noah would have none of that, either. She was discovering her driver/rescuer was one bossy individual.

“How y’all doin’?” The hippy, flirtatious waitress sidled up to their table, as she had done at least a half dozen times. Her black-lacquered eyelashes fluttered in Noah’s direction.

He grinned and held out his coffee cup. “Sure could use a refill.”

She obliged with a simper that set Olivia’s teeth on edge.

“You through, honey?” The waitress nodded at Olivia’s plate.

“She’s still working on it,” Noah replied in his irritatingly superior tone.

She set her fork down. “Actually, I am finished.”

Without asking, Noah ordered two pieces of coconut cream pie. Olivia protested. He offered her a quelling glance.

The waitress tittered and retreated, ample backside swaying in her pink gingham uniform.

Olivia sighed her frustration. “We really shouldn’t leave Puddin’ out there like this.”

“The dog is fine. I’m not in the business of cruelty to animals.”

“But still—”

“A person of limited means ought not to waste a free meal.”

“I can pay for my own food,” Olivia protested.

Noah looked skeptical as he lifted his mug. “Better save your money for later, when no one might be offering to feed you.” He savored a long sip of coffee. “Just out of curiosity, how much money do you have?”

“Enough,” was Olivia’s evasive reply. In the two hours since he had agreed to take her to a bus station, Noah had done his best to dig information out of her. Where was she going? Did she have relatives she could call? How was she going to support herself? Of course, Olivia had told him nothing. Besides resenting his authoritative, prying manner, she didn’t know the answer.

She had a vague notion about heading for Chicago. Just after college, she had spent part of one summer in a program at Chicago’s Art Institute. A “suit” had been enrolled in the class, as well, to watch over her at all times, but still she had managed to enjoy the experience. She had made some contacts that summer that her father might not think to check right away. Maybe one of those acquaintances could help her land a job. Teaching perhaps. Working with children. She planned to take whatever job she could find. She had a first-class education. Surely that would count for something.

It had better. She had exactly $448.92 in her pocket, money scrounged from various handbags in her closet. A pair of diamond stud earrings and an opal ring were also in her tote bag.

She had left her engagement ring on her nightstand, and the rest of her jewelry had been locked in a safe. She didn’t feel right about taking any of it. She had left her credit cards behind, as well, not only because cash transactions would be harder to trace, but because she needed to do this on her own. She hoped the cash would get her on a bus and pay for a few days of expenses before she had to sell the jewelry. She wasn’t going straight to Chicago, because that would be too easy to trace. She thought she would head northwest, then south, then to the east.

The waitress brought their pie, and to keep Noah off her back, Olivia downed her slice quickly. He, on the other hand, took his own sweet time.

“I could go for another slice,” he said at last.

That was all Olivia could take. She scrambled out of the booth despite his protests. “I’ll see you in the truck.”

She stopped off in the rest room and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. The braids and absence of makeup made her look like a kid, an image enhanced by the rumpled T-shirt and jeans. Maybe her childish appearance was the reason Noah spoke to her as if she was a ninny. But the disguise might help her, as well. If anyone showed her photograph around this diner, surely the pigtailed ragamuffin she appeared to be wouldn’t be associated with the well-dressed and coiffed Olivia Franklin.

A glance at her watch showed ten past noon. By now, she imagined the ranch was in a full-scale panic. It being her wedding day, she was certain no one would have been surprised when she didn’t appear early in the morning. It had probably been at least ten—over three hours after Noah’s truck had left the ranch—before Mary went to her room and found her gone.

Hopefully her father and the “suits” had latched on to the false trail she had attempted to leave—the reservation she had made on an early-morning flight out of Austin. The address book opened to an acquaintance from school who now lived in Madrid.

None of that would fool them for long. But surely they would chase those leads and talk to the caterers, who had not left the premises until the early hours of the morning. If she was lucky it would be a while before they considered Noah as the means of her escape.

By the time they launched a search for him, she hoped he would be on his way to Tennessee and she would be bound for Chicago by the most circuitous route possible. Which meant she needed to get on a bus—quickly.

This diner was a bus stop, but the next bus due in was only heading for the terminal in the county seat, which the waitress said was just twenty miles up the road. Olivia had pushed for Noah to keep going. But he had suggested…no, he had insisted they eat first, before he drove her on to the terminal.

After one last grimace at her reflection, Olivia settled her baseball cap on her head, pulled open the door and found herself face-to-face with a Texas state trooper.

Terror rooted her to the spot. Dear God, how could they have found her so soon?

“S’cuse me.” The female officer stood back to allow Olivia to pass. The woman smiled, appearing altogether normal, as her polished brass buttons and badge gleamed.

Olivia forced her feet to move and kept her eyes turned downward as she slipped around the officer and into the diner’s small vestibule. When she looked up, fear clutched at her stomach. Another trooper and two other uniformed lawmen were chatting with the hostess while waiting for a table to be cleared.

Not running out of the restaurant took all of Olivia’s restraint. She pushed open the door, trying to appear casual and unconcerned before jogging across the parking lot toward the truck.

Puddin’ greeted her with a friendly bark and jumped into her arms when the passenger door opened. “Get back inside,” Olivia instructed. “Don’t let anyone see you.”

Instead, the dog leaped free and bounded around the truck, barking up a storm while Olivia gave chase. On the other side of the trailer they both came to a halt as a sheriff’s patrol car slipped into a nearby parking space. Olivia fought the urge to scream.

Didn’t these police officers have anything more important to do than hang out here eating pie?

Not even acknowledging this officer’s presence, she simply snatched Puddin’ up and stalked back around the trailer. “I should have left you home, you rowdy mutt. You’re going to ruin everything for both of us.”

Noah, who was walking toward her, gave her an odd look as she climbed in the cab. He paused. “Everything all right?”

She nodded, watching the sheriff’s deputy enter the diner. “I’m ready to go.”

“I’m going to let the horse stretch her legs a bit.”

“Here?” The word came out as a shriek.

Noah regarded her with narrowed blue eyes. “What’s wrong with here?”

Casting nervous glances toward the diner where five officers where now ensconced, she scrambled for a reason. “I doubt that they want horse poop in the parking lot.”

He gave a disgusted snort. “Like I would do something like that.” He pulled the door open. “Get out. You can help me.”

“Me?”

“Surely you know something about scraping up horse poop.”