Her pretty face was glowing, her attitude chipper, her posture relaxed, as though the crazy events of the day had never taken place. The moment he appeared in her doorway, she was in his arms, kissing him eagerly and almost crushing the bouquet of roses he’d brought. “I thought you’d never get here,” she told him. “And you brought flowers? They’re so beautiful.” He held her at arm’s length, admiring the sexy blue dress that bared her shoulders, accentuated her cleavage, and echoed the color of her shining eyes. “I thought you’d be mad at me.” “I was. But I got over it.” She arched a playful eyebrow. “Let me put these roses in water. Then we’ll pick up dinner and go directly to your place. I want to get naked with you, Clay Ryerson. I’ve been dreaming about it all day.” “My place? But not here?” “Hmm?” “Let me guess,” he said, only half teasing her. “You’re afraid your alien overlord will show up?” Sara shocked him by giggling. “If I had an alien overlord, he could show up at your place just as easily as mine.
