Claire waited in the bedroom, bathed in darkness, her breathing heavy as she felt the walls closing in on her.  For long moments, she didn't move, reminding herself over and over again that it didn't matter if someone except Gavin saw her body.  Physically, she was scarred, but that didn't have to carry over to what was on the inside.  Except that she knew that it had.<br/><br/>She took a deep, fortifying breath.  She just needed to put on a swimsuit, that was all.  Taking a step forward, she realized that all of the swimsuits she liked were in the utility room.  The only ones she had in the bedroom were those that she never wore anymore, her little bikinis that she had loved, once upon a time.  Really, why did she even have them anymore?  The scarring was permanent, and someone else would be able to get some use out of them.<br/><br/>She couldn't bear the thought of Gavin's disapproval when she went to get a one piece, and so she waited until she could hear no more sounds coming from him and Landon.  In the utility room, she grabbed one that had a zipper that went all the way up to her throat, covering her body much like a scuba bodice might.  There was nothing to be done about the scars on her thighs, scars that nobody but doctors and Gavin had seen.  And even Gavin, only in semi-darkness.<br/><br/>Another breath, and she went out onto the beach, spotting two masculine bodies off in the distance, near the shoreline.<em>You can do this, Claire,</em>she told herself, and then made her way toward the two men who were most important in her life.