"Emily, it's time to wake up."She stirred, rubbed her eyes with her fists, then sat up, glancing around."W-where are we?" She straightened her sweater, stifled a yawn, then rubbed her cramped neck."Just inside the Wyoming state line. Truck stop," he said, nodding toward the low-slung one-story building with the flashing neon sign up ahead. "This is as far as I go. My delivery is just a few miles from here.""Wyoming." Emily blinked, glancing out the window at the sky-blue horizon that seemed to go on forever.It was all coming back now and Emily shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from sleep. For a moment, she thought she'd been dreaming, that the whole thing was a nightmare. But now, looking up into the Wyoming sky, and then, into Charley's kindly, homely face, she realized it wasn't a nightmare. This was reality.Someone had tried to kill her.And she'd run.A shiver raced over her as she glanced out the windshield toward the diner and the parking lot filled with trucks.At least now she was safe.
