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with her hip, pushing him to the other side of the booth as she sat down. A younger man, probably in his mid-twenties, remained standing at her side.
    “M icki...” Clay said with a hint of censure in his tone. This was a hell of a time for his sister to show up. “Was I supposed to meet you for breakfast? Did I forget?”
    She smacked him, looked at Sara and smiled. “Hi. I’m Micki. Clay’s older sister.” She reached her hand across the booth. Sara shook it.
    Older sister. She always had to throw that in, like it meant something. All it meant was that Micki was going to reach the age for Social Security before him. “Micki.” Clay motioned between the two of them. “This is Sara.” He looked at Sara, and said, “This is my annoying sister, Micki.” Clay glanced back at his sister and shot her a hard glare. “She has a way of showing up at the most inopportune times.”
    She didn’t seem affected by his words as she said, “You are coming Saturday night. Right?”
    “Oh, come on, Micki. You know that’s not my thing.”
    “I’m counting on you.” She pushed herself up and out of the booth. “Bring Sara too.” She headed for the door with her male assistant following her. “Eight o’clock,” she said without looking over her shoulder. “Don’t be late.”
    Clay looked at Sara and grinned. “You wanna go?”
    She gave him an inquisitive look. “Where?”
    “My sister’s stupid party Saturday night.” He shrugged.
    “You don’t seem too enthused about it,” Sara said cautiously.
    “I’m only going to go if you go.”
    “Great.” Sara sighed. “If you don’t go, she’ll blame me.”
    “So we’re going then?” he asked with a wink. His smiled showed his dimples.
    “Sure.” She tossed him an easy nod. “What’s the dress code?”
    “Black tie. Evening gown.” He studied her for a moment, and quickly decided that anybody who could lay down cash for a new Corvette, could handle the price of an evening gown. “If you need suggestions on where to buy a dress, I’m sure Micki can guide you in the right direction.”
    She shrugged. “I’m sure I have something appropriate in my closet.”
    Of course, she did. Clay was starting to wonder just who this ex of hers was, and if he—Clay—could measure up.

CHAPTER 6
    S aturday morning, after Clay dropped Sara off at her apartment, she selected four of her favorite evening gowns from her closet and laid them out on her bed. She looked at the dresses, wondering which one Clay would like best. The blue, the black and white, the red, or the gold.
    She’d spent every night this week with Clay. He’d taken her to his house last night and cooked her dinner. He’d grilled steaks, and baked potatoes, and had a cheesecake at the ready for dessert. He lived in a beautiful house surrounded by ten wooded acres at the end of a lane. She’d fallen in love with the house the moment she’d laid eyes on it. Of course, it helped that it came with Clay.
    She pulled the gold dress up against her and glanced in the mirror. She’d worn the dress to the Grammys back in ’84. Kirk had said she’d brought him luck in it. Maybe it’d do the same for her tonight. That settled it. She was going to wear the gold one.
    Sara wasn’t the superstitious sort. She had no qualms about wearing this dress tonight. She’d gotten over Kirk a long time ago, so the history of the dress mattered little to her.
    She grabbed the remote and switched on the television in her bedroom. She liked having the MTV Channel on while she was dressing. If they played anything from Kirk’s band, it made her feel good to mute the sound.
    As a video ended, Sara heard the VJ mention Roxanne Simon. That got Sara’s attention. Oddly enough, Sara didn’t hate Roxanne, not really, even though the woman was directly responsible for the single event that ended her marriage. Sara had thought she and Kirk were happy, in a good place. Clay was starting to show her differently. Kirk had