The next day Clara cried off our plans. She'd had a better offer of course.
Robert the only man in two years who'd managed to last more than five dates had booked them a weekend away and who was I to stand in the way of a rare opportunity for Clara to learn more about a guy than just his surname, his salary and what size underwear he wore.
"Wow, Clara," I had smiled when she had appeared on my doorstep to break the news. "You must really like this guy."
A frown crossed her pretty face and she self-consciously twirled a blonde lock of hair around her finger, avoiding my eyes. "Yeah, he's pretty special."
I looked at her in surprise, almost spilling the coffee on the counter as I poured us both a large mug. "Special? I think I need to meet this guy. I'm not sure I've heard you call anyon
