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blinked at the tears that had begun to slide down her cheeks. How right she had been on that long-ago night to realize leaving Sullivan would cause great pain. Pain for her. Pain for him.
    Still she had recklessly walked away, telling herself it was really all his fault. He hadn’t asked her to stay. Hadn’t told her to stay. If he had, she would have snuggled happily into his strong arms and said worshipfully, “Yes, I’ll stay. I want only to be with you. I love you.”
    Kay threw back the silky blue sheets and got up. Sighing wearily, she walked to the window and stood staring out at the twinkling Denver lights. Lights distorted by her tear-blurred vision.
    The truth was painful, but it was time she faced it.
    It was her fault. Nobody else’s. She had been head-over-heels in love with Sullivan Ward, but she was so young and so foolish. She had sacrificed what they had together for a glamorous, high-paying radio job in L.A. And through all these years of regretting her foolish choice, and longing for all that she had lost, she had soothed her wounded heart by telling herself it was as much Sullivan’s fault as her own.
    That simply was not true.
    She, of her own free will, had walked out on the most magnificent man she would ever meet, sacrificing a precious once-in-a-lifetime love to chase youthful dreams of fame and glory. She was responsible for their breakup. Her career had meant more to her than Sul.
    “Dear God, what a little fool I was,” murmured Kay tearfully to the loneliness of the room where once she had known the ecstasy of Sullivan’s arms. “If I had it all to do over again…”
    Tiredly, Kay went back to the big blue bed. Exhaustion soon blessedly overtook her and in minutes she was asleep.

Two
    Kay was awakened the next morning by brilliant September sunshine streaming into the room. Pushing her long, sleep-tousled hair out of her eyes, she pushed a pillow against the headboard and sat up. Sleepy blue eyes glanced to the night table beside her with its built-in radio below. Kay reached out and flipped the on button, filling the room with music. She leaned over, squinting, and smiled. The radio was tuned to Q102. Sullivan’s morning show. Any second now the record would end.
    “That was the old Gloria Gaynor hit ‘I Will Survive.’” The deep unmistakable voice so affected Kay that she realized she was holding her breath. “Isn’t that a good song?” Sullivan asked his audience, his deep melodious voice like warm, smooth honey. Kay sank back against the pillows and commanded her pulse to slow down. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and listened while that deep, naturally sensual voice effortlessly drew her to him, just as it did his other listeners. He was the best she’d ever heard. There’d been no one on the west coast to compare with this talented man. She’d like to tell him that when they met again, but she had a feeling Sullivan would no longer care what she thought of him.
    By ten o’clock, Kay, dressed in a tailored suit of beige poplin with a wide multicolored belt adding a splash of color, walked through the glass double doors of radio station Q102, high atop the Petroleum Club building in downtown Denver. A fresh-faced young woman with hair of auburn and big green eyes looked up, smiled and said almost worshipfully, “You have to be Kay Clark!” The woman jumped up from her chair, pressing her palms to her coloring cheeks. “I’m Sherry Jones and I’ve heard so much about you, Ms. Clark. Why, it’s like having a movie star in the station. I want your autograph; I just have to…”
    Shaking her head, Kay laughed good-naturedly. “Sherry, I’m flattered, but I’m hardly a star. Is Mr. Shults busy?”
    “Follow me, Ms. Clark.” Sherry was smiling happily. “Gosh, you’re so pretty. You and Sullivan will make a pair. He’s so handsome, you know.”
    “Yes.” Kay nodded. “I know.”
    Kay followed the friendly young woman into Sam Shults’s big