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an easy nod. “Fireside’s not gonna let the Press bother you.”
    The way he said it, the determined look on his face…Sara believed him.
    She reached for the car door and asked, “Do you want to come in?”
    He studied her for a minute before saying, “Yeah.”

CHAPTER 5
    S ara woke up the next morning wrapped in Clay’s arms. She hadn’t intended to let it get this far, but the way he’d looked at her last night—like there was nobody else in the world but the two of them—and the way he’d vowed to protect her from the Press...Sara couldn’t help herself. And she wasn’t sorry for it this morning, either.
    After a few minutes in the bathroom, Clay came back into Sara’s bedroom and began dressing. “Say...” he said, buttoning up his Levi’s, “you want to meet me at Ruby’s for breakfast in about an hour?”
    “Sure.” She sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself, unsure about the rate at which they seemed to be moving forward, yet unable to stop herself from charging full speed ahead.
    He pulled his shirt over his head and down over his torso. “I’m just gonna run home, take a quick shower and get ready for work.” He stepped forward and kissed her. “I’ll see you at Ruby’s.”
    “Okay.” She watched him go. Clay Darlington could give Sara everything she’d ever wanted. A normal lifestyle. No drugs. No craziness. And most of all, no public betrayals.
    “D o you miss England?” Clay asked Sara while stirring sugar and cream into his coffee.
    “I miss my mum and dad,” she said, tap-dancing around the reality of what it had meant to have lived there ever since she’d gotten mixed up with Kirk Bronson.
    “Yeah, but…it’s your home. It’s where you were born and raised. Don’t you miss it?”
    “I miss…what it used to be like.” She shrugged. “Before I met and married…” She let Kirk’s identity trail off, unheard.
    Clay glanced outside and then back to her. “When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of here. Then I went away to college and on to the NFL.” He shrugged, but there was a distant look in his eyes. “By the time my world fell apart, I couldn’t think of anything but coming back here.”
    Why did Sara get the feeling there was more to Clay’s world falling apart than a career-ending injury? “What happened?” she asked in her I-really-want-to-know-about-you voice.
    “Compound fracture.” He shook his head like it was no big deal. “It’s hard to come back from those.”
    “Have you ever been married?” Normally, Sara wouldn’t ask something like this so soon, but at the rate they seemed to be moving, she felt she had the right.
    “Yes.” He gave an exaggerated nod. “And divorced. Right after Meredith found out she would no longer be the wife of a pro football player she headed for the hills…and I don’t mean the Sierra Nevada either.” He laughed, like he was telling a joke or something. But Sara got the feeling that Clay’s pride was hurting more these days than his heart.
    A man carried a certain look in his eyes when he talked about a woman he had feelings for. Kirk had had that look in his eyes when he talked about Roxanne—while he and Sara were still married. Too bad Sara hadn’t realized that until after the fact.
    But Sara was certain that Clay’s eyes were vacant of any lingering feelings for Meredith. This gave Sara a measure of confidence. “Maybe we should introduce your ex to mine.” Sara laughed, thinking Kirk would suit Clay’s ex perfectly.
    “Have I told you how much I love your sense of humor?” he asked.
    Sara’s cheeks heated under his praise.
    “Clay...” A woman’s chastising voice echoed across the diner. Sara glanced toward the door, seeing a short, petite brunette charging toward them. Uh oh. Who in the hell was this? Surely, not Meredith. Barging toward them, she demanded to know, “Clay, where in the hell have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She bumped him over