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being quite enough for Sara, and it was killing him.
    He didn’t think she harbored any leftover feelings for Kirk though. At least she didn’t seem like it. She’d convinced Clay that she was quite over her ex. And he believed her. But the kind of lifestyle Kirk had provided was a lot to live up to, and something Clay could never deliver.
    “You know,” he whispered against her ear. “This is about the best that I could ever do for you.” He sucked in a breath and continued on with his bid for approval. “A quiet, simple life here in Fireside. My sister’ll throw a party like this every once in a while, and we’ll be invited.” Clay was overwhelmed with feelings of inadequacy, a totally foreign concept to him. “Micki’s parties will be about the most glamorous thing I’ll ever be able to deliver.”
    “This is all I’ve ever wanted,” she said so softly he barely heard her.

CHAPTER 7
    T he next morning, Clay had been quiet the entire drive over to drop Sara off at her place. For some reason, he’d clammed up at the party and she wanted to know why.
    “I had fun last night,” she said, hoping to get him talking again.
    “During or after the party?” He looked at her and grinned.
    “Both,” she said with a grin. “But especially afterwards.”
    Rolling into the parking lot of her apartment complex, he shifted into neutral and reached for her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m working the next three nights.”
    “You want to come over for dinner on Thursday?”
    He hesitated, then smiled. “I’d like that.” He leaned toward her and laid a kiss on her that devoured her mouth. “If we’re slow, I’ll call you.”
    Sara pushed herself to open the car door and step out. She hurried to her door and glanced over her shoulder as she inserted the key into the lock. Clay’s red Corvette was pulling out onto the street. She thought she saw him waving behind the tinted window just before he floored it and zipped out of site.
    Hours later, just before Sara sat down to eat dinner, her phone rang. “Hello,” she said into the receiver.
    “Hey...it’s me.” Clay’s voice flowed across the wire.
    “Hey...” Sara smiled to herself and sat down at the dining table. “How’re things at the fire and rescue?”
    “Lonely.”
    “Lonely? Aren’t there a ton of guys there with you?”
    “They’re boring.”
    Sara laughed.
    “I’ve been thinking...” Clay said.
    “About...?”
    “I don’t think I can wait until Thursday to see you.”
    “No...?” Her breath caught in her throat. Clay was sounding like himself again, before whatever had happened at the party last night had turned him off.
    “Let’s have dinner tomorrow evening before I go to work,” he suggested.
    Your place or mine?”
    He was silent for a moment, then said, “My place.” He delivered a devilish chuckle. “That way, you can spend the night and wait for me when I get home Tuesday morning.”
    “I like the sound of that,” she said. “But I have to go to work Tuesday.”
    “You can be a little late,” he said. “Harvey won’t mind.”
    “You’re a bad influence,” she said behind a chuckle. “You know that, don’t you?”
    “I’ll make it worth your while,” he said enticingly.
    “Tempting.” The timer on the stove went off. “My dinner’s ready to come out of the oven.”
    “Go eat. I’ll talk to you later.”
    An hour later, Sara had finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. She’d spent so much time with Clay this past week that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself now that he was at work.
    She strolled into the living room and picked up the television guide she’d pulled out of the Sunday paper and left on the coffee table for reference. She checked it to see if there was anything on this evening.
    A firm knock at the door tore into her thoughts.
    Sara tossed the guide back onto the coffee table and went for the door. She tried to guess who it might be, but had no luck. Clay