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bed and breakfast. We can shower and then go out for a late lunch ,” he said , ending the conversation about her camp.
Much to Fisher’s disgust, they showered separately and ate lunch there in the small dining room with their elderly host, who chatted nonstop about the town and area, effectively answering all Claire’s questions. Fisher remained silent the whole meal, not wanting to encourage Claire on this whole thing. Yes, he was being a selfish bastard. He did n’t want her to leave Bailey, Texas again. Even if it was only five hours away this time.
Short of allowing her to buy his land, he was out of options. Even his realtor friend agreed that her options were limited . They were heading home tomorrow , and he would speak to her sisters. Maybe they could talk some sense into her. They finished lunch and left their host to finish her chores for the day.
“You want to go dancing?” Claire asked.
“Is there dancing in this town?” He asked. He didn’t see much of the town as he drove through it early
“Yep, there is a little country bar on Main Street.” She looked at him curiously. He wasn’t about to admit that he didn’t pay attention to anything her and the host were talking about.
“Sure, but we have a few hours yet, so let’s explore the town. You wanted to do that too,” he said and watched her face light up. Yes, that was the right answer.
Two hours later, Fisher was sorely regretting his indulgence. Claire had to stop and speak to everyone . She entered every shop and store, which wasn’t much. The small town was much like their own, h aving some small shops along Main Street , a general store, gas station, small video rental shop and a restaurant. Fisher could tell that Claire liked what she saw. He could easily see her fitting in here.
They finally made it over to the country bar . Buckin’ Brancos was the name. Ho w original, he thought sa rc astically . The place was crowded . It seems the whole town was here. They found a small booth in the back of the room. Fisher went to the bar and ordered some drinks, leaned back and watched Claire from across the room. She look ed right at him, her gaze simmering with sexual promise. He gripped the drinks the bartender handed him and made his way back to her. Hopefully, they would leave shortly.
Chapter Nine
It was a long drive home, Fisher barely talking. It seemed something was bothering him, but she couldn’t figure out what it would be. No amount of asking got her anywhere, so she just ga ve up. She didn’t know what his problem was. He was fine last night , and the sex was, as always, phenomenal. She drove most the way home, while he slept. The long drive gave her time to think. Did she really want to move five hours away when she literally just moved home? Was this her only option? Was she rushing into it?
She logically went through each concern and mentally weighed the pros and cons of the situation. She spent six years in college, all for a common goal, to work with special needs students, to build a place for them to go without fear of prejudice, to have normalcy that everyone else has. This was important to her.
She had a dear friend all through elementary, middle school and some of high school. Her name was Josie. Josie was different , and everyone else ridiculed her, bullied her and treated her like dirt. She didn’t have any place to go after school or during the summer. Josie ’s family took her and fled the small town that denied them acceptance. Claire knew then what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to help people like Josie. She will too.
Her camp was about acceptance . W orking with special needs children and adults with disabilities , teaching that acceptance doesn’t have to be earned, it just is. She would have liked to keep the camp in her home town, to open her fellow citizen’s eyes to th e gifts that these people offer.
It was to be open from April through October as a camp,
Much to Fisher’s disgust, they showered separately and ate lunch there in the small dining room with their elderly host, who chatted nonstop about the town and area, effectively answering all Claire’s questions. Fisher remained silent the whole meal, not wanting to encourage Claire on this whole thing. Yes, he was being a selfish bastard. He did n’t want her to leave Bailey, Texas again. Even if it was only five hours away this time.
Short of allowing her to buy his land, he was out of options. Even his realtor friend agreed that her options were limited . They were heading home tomorrow , and he would speak to her sisters. Maybe they could talk some sense into her. They finished lunch and left their host to finish her chores for the day.
“You want to go dancing?” Claire asked.
“Is there dancing in this town?” He asked. He didn’t see much of the town as he drove through it early
“Yep, there is a little country bar on Main Street.” She looked at him curiously. He wasn’t about to admit that he didn’t pay attention to anything her and the host were talking about.
“Sure, but we have a few hours yet, so let’s explore the town. You wanted to do that too,” he said and watched her face light up. Yes, that was the right answer.
Two hours later, Fisher was sorely regretting his indulgence. Claire had to stop and speak to everyone . She entered every shop and store, which wasn’t much. The small town was much like their own, h aving some small shops along Main Street , a general store, gas station, small video rental shop and a restaurant. Fisher could tell that Claire liked what she saw. He could easily see her fitting in here.
They finally made it over to the country bar . Buckin’ Brancos was the name. Ho w original, he thought sa rc astically . The place was crowded . It seems the whole town was here. They found a small booth in the back of the room. Fisher went to the bar and ordered some drinks, leaned back and watched Claire from across the room. She look ed right at him, her gaze simmering with sexual promise. He gripped the drinks the bartender handed him and made his way back to her. Hopefully, they would leave shortly.
Chapter Nine
It was a long drive home, Fisher barely talking. It seemed something was bothering him, but she couldn’t figure out what it would be. No amount of asking got her anywhere, so she just ga ve up. She didn’t know what his problem was. He was fine last night , and the sex was, as always, phenomenal. She drove most the way home, while he slept. The long drive gave her time to think. Did she really want to move five hours away when she literally just moved home? Was this her only option? Was she rushing into it?
She logically went through each concern and mentally weighed the pros and cons of the situation. She spent six years in college, all for a common goal, to work with special needs students, to build a place for them to go without fear of prejudice, to have normalcy that everyone else has. This was important to her.
She had a dear friend all through elementary, middle school and some of high school. Her name was Josie. Josie was different , and everyone else ridiculed her, bullied her and treated her like dirt. She didn’t have any place to go after school or during the summer. Josie ’s family took her and fled the small town that denied them acceptance. Claire knew then what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to help people like Josie. She will too.
Her camp was about acceptance . W orking with special needs children and adults with disabilities , teaching that acceptance doesn’t have to be earned, it just is. She would have liked to keep the camp in her home town, to open her fellow citizen’s eyes to th e gifts that these people offer.
It was to be open from April through October as a camp,
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