Sara exclaimed. “Will you come to my party?” Quinn stared at the little girl. She was as bright and charming as he’d remembered. Just like her mother. “Your party? You’re having a party for your birthday?” “Yes. On Friday. And we’re having hot dogs!” Sara announced, obviously considering the menu to be the pièce de résistance. “No!” Molly began. “I’d love to,” Quinn said at the same time. How could he turn Sara down? “Mr. Spencer, you’re not thinking. Sara, Mr. Spencer will have to be at work. He can’t come to the party.” “But he said yes, Mommy. Didn’t you, Mr. Spencer?” “Yes, I did. What time is your party?” Molly’s obvious reluctance to have him come to Sara’s party only made it more important for him to be there. “When we come home from school,” Sara informed him. He looked at his watch. “Of course I can leave work a little early.” “On Fridays, school lets out at noon. And there will be twelve four-year-olds, Mr. Spencer.
