She stared at it blankly. Her boss at the tourist bureau had been wonderful to take her in, especially after hearing the whole story. Judith hoped this hideout in San Diego was better than the cove. Safer for her sake, and Louise’s. “Oh, God,” she murmured, laying her head down on the table. What had she done? Making love to Paul had been like driving yet another nail into her heart … yet she had no more been able to stop herself from doing so than anyone had of stopping the moon from circling the earth. She knew if she’d stayed, she would have had to accept a lesser role in his life, something she instinctively felt was wrong. To stay would also put him in a dangerous situation if the man in the Mercedes showed up again. And Judith felt in her bones that he would. She hadn’t left a note for Paul, not wanting to put him in any danger by knowing where she was. She had to cut off the relationship cleanly too. Maybe Paul was right though. Maybe she had run in the beginning because she sensed something threatening.
