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“Looks like things are slowing down tonight,” she said.
    “It is funny that this town could be so busy on a Wednesday night. If you think about it, it’s slow, but anywhere else a Wednesday night crowd would have all gone home.”
    She laughed. “You’re right.” She rested her head against her seat and looked at him. “I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
    “Clara, I haven’t shared my story with very many people. Most people already have an opinion of me.”
    “Well then they are stupid. How can anyone take that no good woman’s word for it?”
    “Because she’s on TV.”
    She blew out a breath. “I’m going to continue to form my own opinions.”
    He felt it coming. He needed to kiss her. He needed to be more to this woman than just the guy who showed up begging her to sing his songs. He…
    He had no time to make a move before she came across the cab and planted her lips against his.
    A groan, or maybe it was a moan, came from his throat when he realized what was happening.
    It wasn’t just a gentle brush of the lips kiss. No, this woman was planting a hot, passionate kiss on him and he was thinking too hard. How was it that he needed to remind himself to pull her to him—which he did. His mind worked over time when she pushed against him and ran her fingers in his hair, which was too long.
    No—he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about his hair.
    God, she was killing him.
     
    Clara couldn’t help herself. Her brothers and Randy were right—Warner Wright was just her type.
    He had a sob story, but who didn’t.
    He had eyes of blue she could drown in and sandy hair she could bury her fingers in.
    His mouth was soft and gentle, but when he’d finally started to kiss her—oh Lord, she could faint.
    It was completely understood, in her own mind at least, that she might have just screwed up everything. Warner might think she’s just out to use him, but she couldn’t stop what she was doing.
    Oh, she would stop. She wasn’t the kind of woman to let things go too far, she wasn’t ready yet.
    When she finally did pull back they were both breathless. “I couldn’t help myself,” she said. Certainly she wasn’t going to say she was sorry.
    “I had just been thinking about doing that myself.”
    She laughed at that. “Good.”
    “This changes things a bit, doesn’t it?”
    She sat back in her seat. “How about we agree that we don’t let it?”
    He nodded. “Agreed.”
    “In fact, meet me at the theater tomorrow around lunch and we’ll finish off these leftovers.”
    “You have to rehearse?”
    “I have auditions.”
    “You’re auditioning for another show?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m directing it.
    He smiled. “I think that is extremely cool.”
    Clara chuckled. “Would you like to audition?”
    “No.”
    She sighed. Oh, her heart was gone. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
    He opened the door. “Maybe tomorrow you can tell me your story.”
    “My story?”
    “Yeah, I was extremely sure that your parents were married by the way they acted tonight.”
    “They are married.”
    He was smiling. “You said they were divorced.”
    Clara nodded. “I suppose that does need some clarification, huh?”
    “Tomorrow.” He stepped out of the Jeep. “Goodnight.”
    Clara watched him walk toward his beat up truck. She sure hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed if they didn’t sell his songs. He had a lot of faith in her that she didn’t have.
    Sure, she could belt out a tune and she loved the work she did in the theater. But singing had just been a love—a passion. It was never supposed to be relied on.
    She’d do her best and she only hoped her best was enough.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Clara pulled into the driveway and put her Jeep in park. Her presence didn’t seem to bother her brother any. Christian continued to kiss his girlfriend Victoria goodbye at her car.
    She laughed as she climbed from the Jeep and reached in for the carry out bag