It worried Clay. She’d looked at him and the football-loving fan like they’d lost their minds. Obviously, she hadn’t liked the intrusion, but what could he do? He couldn’t, wouldn’t snub fans of the sport. He guided his car into the lot at her apartment complex. “Sara…” He shifted into neutral, cut the engine, and turned to her. “I had a wonderful time tonight. Are we still on for the movies tomorrow night?” Sara gave him a tight-lipped smile and dropped her gaze down to her lap. “I’d really like to.” She shook her head. “You have no idea how much I’d really like to.” She looked back at him. The words coming out of her mouth didn’t match the melancholy expression on her face. “It’s just not a good idea.” “Why?” Clay asked. “Back at the restaurant…” He dared to go there on the tip of a shaky tongue. “Before the picture…” Once he’d said it, the strength in his voice returned when he added, “You were all for it.” “Let’s just say that a stranger asking to take a picture with you woke me up.”
