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got away.”
    “Who in the hell is the father?” Morgan asked.
    “Guy Winthroup,” she said.
    The waitress interrupted them with their food. Amanda didn’t think she was going to be able to choke any of it down, but she knew she had to try for the baby’s sake.
    “Name doesn’t sound familiar,” Morgan said.
    “He’s running for mayor of Memphis, Tennessee. He’s forty-two years old and already had a fiancée that would make the perfect wife of a mayoral candidate. I wasn’t supposed to be in the picture for long. I was a problem to be taken care of.”
    “Not to mention a baby on the way,” Morgan added.
    “Right.”
    “Still, he can’t make you have an abortion. Go public with the affair. Once his name is ruined, he has no reason to try and force you to have the abortion anymore.” He salted his eggs, then picked up the pepper. He looked across the table and nodded at her food.
    “Eat. You need to get something solid in your stomach besides that junk we ate last night.”
    “I’m trying,” she said.
    She stirred the eggs after adding salt and pepper, then decided to start with the toast. She picked up a slice and buttered it.
    “He made it clear that if I fuck up his chances with his fiancée or the election, he’d sue for the baby. I don’t have anything to fight him with.” She bit into the toast and chewed.
    “So you think he will still go after you if you mess up his chances with the society bitch?” Morgan asked around a mouthful of eggs.
    “Well, he said, ‘Hell will freeze over before you have that bastard you’re carrying.’”
    She dropped the toast back to her plate and leaned her head on her hands. She really wasn’t hungry, and remembering how Guy had looked at her stomach with such loathing only made it worse.
    “Do you think he’s still looking for you?” he asked.
    “Yeah. I caught sight of his two goons at the last truck stop, which was why I was trying to get a ride when you helped me. Then the guy you almost ran into is one of them.” She twirled her fork in the eggs. “I can’t figure out how they keep finding me.”
    “If they have money to spend, they can pay for information. Lots of people will sell out their own mother for a buck. You’re easy to spot, too.”
    “Maybe I should dye my hair.”
    “That would probably help. Change your clothes style, too.”
    “Soon as we get somewhere that I can access some money, I’ll do all that.” She finally made herself take a bite of the eggs. They weren’t too bad.
    “Access money? How?”
    “I have a savings account that I can tap for money.”
    “Nope, he can track you that way. Have you gotten money out of it since you ran?”
    “Yeah, I guess that’s how he’s found me, huh?” She sighed and dropped the fork to the plate.
    “I would say so. No more accessing money. Do you have a cell phone?”
    “Yes.” She pulled it out of her back pocket.
    “Turn it off, and leave it off. GPS tracking is amazing nowadays.” Morgan watched her turn the phone off and then shove it back into her pocket.
    “I wonder what else I’ve screwed up.” Amanda sighed.
    “Eat. We’ll figure this out.”
    “So you’re not going to kick me to the curb?” she asked.
    He swallowed and took a sip of coffee before answering her. His mouth worked for a few seconds as if trying to decide what to say.
    “No. I’ll help you get somewhere safe, but you’re going to have to do exactly what I tell you. Understood?”
    Amanda relaxed. “Understand. I’ll follow your directions, no problem.”
    “To begin with, you are going to have to start eating better. You’ve barely touched your breakfast.”
    “I’m not really all that hungry,” she admitted.
    “Doesn’t matter, you’re eating for two now. Which reminds me, you need vitamins of some kind, don’t you?”
    She blushed. “Yeah, prenatal vitamins. I haven’t been to a doctor yet.”
    “When we get you some new clothes and hair dye, we can get some from the