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never been as attentive as Clay. He’d never made her feel quite so special as Clay had a way of doing.
    Well, Sara hoped that Kirk and Roxanne were happy together. She knew they’d begun an affair shortly after she and Kirk had split. But Sara also knew it was doomed. Kirk would never measure up. Roxanne Simon was madly in love with Frank Garrett.
    A photograph of Roxanne wrapped in the arms of the actor David Faulkner overtook the television screen. Sara sat down on the edge of her bed and grabbed the remote, turning up the volume. “Reports are flying around New York City that Roxanne Simon and her latest co-star David Faulkner are involved in an off-screen romance,” Tamara, the guest VJ, said. “Last we heard, Roxanne and Kirk Bronson, the apparent father of her child, were giving it a go.” By the look on the VJ’s face, she seemed to be taking some perverse pleasure in this particular report. “Our affiliates in London contacted Kirk Bronson, whose only comment was that he and Roxanne were no longer an item, but they have parted on good terms and would remain great friends.” Tamara’s mouth twisted into a judgmental smile. “The girl gets around, doesn’t she?”
    Wow. Kirk and Roxanne were no longer together? Sara almost felt sorry for Kirk. Almost. Just not enough to really care. Sara had moved on. To Clay.
    C lay arrived at her house at 6:30 that evening. When she opened the door he gasped as he took in the sight of her. He nodded and said, “Wow. You look amazing.”
    “Thank you.” She tried not to let her smile get out of hand. The last thing she wanted to do was grin at him like an idiot. She raked her gaze over him. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
    He laughed and reached for her hand and they strolled toward his car. They drove to the community center, where Micki’s party was to take place. Clay let the car roll to a stop at the valet parking that Micki had hired for the evening.
    A kid, maybe twenty or twenty-one, trotted up to the passenger’s side and opened the door. He offered Sara his hand and helped her out. Quickly, he trotted around to Clay, who’d already stepped out of the car. Clay walked the kid around the vehicle, pointing out that there was not a scratch on it and it’d better be returned to him in the same condition.
    After Clay knocked a good year off the kid’s life, he ambled up to Sara, letting a smile touch the edge of his mouth. Clay offered her his arm and escorted her inside.
    Micki and a tall, handsome man of about forty, whose dark hair had begun to gray at the temples, were waiting by a set of opened double doors. When Clay and Sara stopped in front of them, Sara peeked inside and saw a lavishly decorated ballroom.
    “Micki.” Clay kissed his sister’s cheek, then turned to the guy at her side. “Justin,” he said as they shook hands.
    If Clay was on a first name basis with him was he perhaps Micki’s husband? Of course, neither Micki nor Justin were wearing wedding rings. Sara didn’t take Micki for the no-rings type. Most likely a boyfriend or a close friend.
    “Sara...” Micki grabbed her hand. “I’m so glad you could join us. And I must say...” She eyed Sara with a peculiar interest. “You do dress my brother up with class.” Micki ended her declaration with a little giggle, but Sara got the feeling she was still studying her. Why, Sara didn’t know.
    “Very funny,” Clay said to Micki in a dry tone. He looked at her friend. “Justin...this is Sara.”
    Justin smiled at Sara, shaking her hand. “Aren’t you the new reporter over at the paper?”
    Sara nodded. “Yes, I am.”
    “Harvey is my uncle,” Justin said. “He speaks highly of you. Says you take great pictures.”
    Sara glanced away shyly, unsure about what to say. She wasn’t used to all these compliments. In her experience, those had been reserved for Kirk, her rock star ex-husband. This was new. Sara liked it.
    “I’m glad to hear that.” Clay placed his hand