Chapter Eight
The afternoon passed in a blur. For the first time since the tornado, Elaine was grateful she wasn’t doing more than bussing tables and refilling drinks. She’d gone cold as ice when Steve Lawson’s red convertible drove down the parade route, and she still hadn’t recovered, even with the heat of the day. Her luck couldn’t be worse. Steve Lawson was the worst kind of cop. Sneaky. Manipulative. And worst of all, vindictive. She’d been given a chance at a fresh start here, and he could bring it crashing down around her. Her stomach churned at the thought.
Thank God Dax had been at the playground when he’d come prowling around the food truck. He’d have recognized her for sure, even without pink hair. As it was, Travis had pretty much saved her, but given the pissing match she’d
