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but year around , it would be used as a disability clinic. Therapists and doctors could have offices with clients . M aybe even private schooling, if she could get the funding and approval. The clinic and camp areas would be separated. She already had doctors, private therapists and retired teachers interested. Now, she just had to be patient.
    Was she rushing into it? No, not really. She needed a job, needed to do something and what better way to start than opening up her camp. There was still a lot to plan , people to hire, zoning to get approved , and council to get involved. All this would take a long time. Gaining the necessary land was the first hurdle, and then she would present her case to the council for approval. It would take at least a year to break ground with con s truction .
    Claire pulled into Fisher’s driveway a little after six in the evening , and shook him awake. She kissed an unhappy Fisher goodbye and made her way home. She was excited to be home. She tossed her overnight bag on her bed and went to find her sisters to tell them that she was home . First thing in the morning, she was calling the bank , and ma ybe she could make an offer for the land. The place was a good start. The town and people were polit e and trul y welcoming. She spoke to Maddie earlier on the way home , and she seemed thrilled. Lexie was M.I.A. The only person that didn’t seem happy was Fisher.
    Her adrenaline was cursing though her body . S he couldn’t settle down just yet. So, s he focus ed her attention on writing out a business plan for the bank. She worked for two hours before yawning. She stood up and stretched.  It was time to eat a quick dinner, take a long bath and head for bed. Tomorrow looked to be a long day.
     
    Fisher’s body ached. The long car ride, sleeping in a cramped position wrecked his body physically. He was up bright and early to work the fields . F irst he check ed on Bree and the rest of the animals before meeting up with Asher a few hours later .
    The weekend was a total bust. He had a distinct feeling Claire loved what she saw and was going for it , regardless of what anyone else thought . She wasn’t dissuaded by what she saw like he was. He needed talk to her as soon as he was done for the day.
    “Where the hell are you at?” Asher cursed at him after he almost ran over a baby calf. He wasn’t with it today, h is mind on Claire and her situation.
    “I’m taking off, you okay to take over,” he asked, steering his horse towards the barn .
    “Work out whatever the fuck is bothering you before you hurt someone by not paying attention,” Asher snapped , leading the calf away from him .
    Fisher didn’ t bother to reply, just went home, his mind going over possibilities. Damn it, he loved Claire. There , he admitted it. They grew up together; he went through two years of hell when she dated Asher. He would be damned if he lost again, for a second time. This was their second chance. It was time he got his shit together. Six years too late, but he was ready now.
    He stalked into his home office and called his parents to come in . He wouldn’t be able to get anything done knowing Claire was leaving, so he would make her stay. He would give what she wanted if she stayed. That decision being made , he needed to sort some things out legally and rearrange things, starting with his parents.
    “You called us over, what’s going on son?” His mother asked.
    “Me and pa talked , and I decided to take his advice,” Fisher informed her. He watched his mother give his father a searching look.
    “I made plans to deed you guys the lot beyond the creek, on the east side. The construction starts here in a few weeks for the house I was going to build for you. It was to be your retirement,” he answered his mother’s unspoken question.
    “Fisher, you didn’t have to do that,” his mom sighed , while his dad chuckled.
    “He didn’t, let the boy finish speaking, I bet you will like what he has in