Valyna could sense Clay's eyes on her. She wasn't really concerned about Mr. Right. She wasn't sure she believed in that stuff anymore than she believed in Santa Claus. She should have been happy with her life but she wasn't. She wanted more excitement and fun and someone to share it all with. She looked back at Clay and blushed. Maybe, just maybe. She got back up and went back to the bar. "Clay, what time do you get out of here?"