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inside the deserted building. Dammit.
    Mia should never have put him in this position. He’d been well respected, a man of power and authority.
    To have to hide and run like a common criminal was inexcusable.
    She would pay for ruining his reputation.
    He had half a mind to go after the jurors who’d convicted him – how Mia had managed to persuade them he was anything but the perfect husband still astounded him – but doing that could get him caught before he had the opportunity to find his wife.
    And finding her was more important.
    The private investigator he’d hired, Dennis Sars, answered on the third ring. “Sars speaking.”
    “Do you have an address for my wife?”
    Papers rattled in the background. Something that sounded like an out of date fax machine whirred. “Yes. She’s been living and working on the Crossties Ranch about a hundred miles from Austin.”
    Geoff gritted his teeth. What was his beautiful wife doing there – mucking stalls? The very idea that she’d choose that lifestyle over being his wife brought his rage brimming to the surface.
    He scribbled the address on a piece of paper, then tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. As soon as he reached his final destination, he’d throw these clothes away and wear something more suitable to his station in life.
    But for now he had to blend in. And if he wanted to go undetected on this damn ranch, he’d have to dress the part. Fury railed through him at having to stoop so low, but even jeans and a flannel shirt were better than prison attire.
    He would never go back there.
    Never.
    He assured the PI he would receive his payment promptly, determined to keep the man on good terms in case he needed him again. And he had paid him well for his confidentiality.
    Everyone had a price.
    Except Mia.
    The bitch.
    His emotions for her pingponged back and forth between unadulterated love and pure hatred.
    Keeping the baseball hat low on his head, he ducked into the small saddle shop, chose a black Stetson, black western shirt, boots with silver studs and a belt buckle with a bull on it. He paid the man cash, carefully avoiding eye contact, his gaze tracking the country store for other patrons who might recognize him.
    Thankfully the place was nearly deserted, and the old timer behind the counter had such thick glasses that he was probably half blind.
    He carried his purchases outside, then ducked into the restroom around back and changed. When he emerged, the Stetson sitting low on his head, he looked like any other Texas cowboy. Or maybe a country and western singer.
    Not the astute lawyer he was.
    Mia had robbed him of that.
    But new identities in another country, and soon he’d be living the pampered lifestyle he was meant to live.
    He jumped in the old pick-up truck one of his fellow inmates who’d been paroled had arranged for him, knowing that would be the last vehicle Mia would expect him to be driving.
    He punched in his father’s private mobile number, then started the engine and let it idle while the phone rang.
    Seconds passed, and two more cars pulled into the parking lot while he waited. Finally his father answered. “Geoff, are you okay?”
    Hell, no he wasn’t. He’d been stripped of his life. “Yes. Do you have the bank accounts set up?”
    “Yes,” his father replied. “But I’m worried, Geoff. The police are all over the place looking for you.”
    A tense second passed. “Just stay calm, and tell them you haven’t heard from me. I already have the passports and IDs. As soon as I get Mia, we’ll be out of the country.”
    His father wheezed a breath. “But, Geoff, they’re saying on the news that you’re dangerous, that the police have orders to shoot to kill.”
    Before he could comment on his father’s statement, his father cursed. “Dammit to hell, son, they’re here now.”
    Fuck.  “Who is it?”
    “I’m looking out the side window. Shit. It’s that same Texas Ranger who handled the case before. And that bitch of