Claire ran outside in time to see the taxi driving away and Landon walking toward the house.  She didn't wait, though.  She couldn't.  Running to him, she flung herself against him and then laughed as he lifted her up.  When he put her back down, the smile on her face was huge and her eyes sparkled with happiness.  "Landon, it's so good to have you home," she said.  She was relieved to see him.  He'd gotten hurt soon after she had been, and they'd worried about him even as she had fought to recover.  She remembered the sleepless nights Gavin had as he'd worried about them both, and she'd ached for her husband.  But to be able to touch Landon now, to see with her own eyes that he was alive and well soothed her.  She'd needed to know for herself that he was okay.<br/><br/>"Come on," she said, chattering away, "Gavin's inside, waiting too.  He was wrapping stuff up for work.  I know he's excited to have you here, too."  She grabbed Landon's hand, tugging him toward the house, looking down as she walked to make sure she didn't step on anything that would hurt.  "I have lunch ready for you.  You must be famished.  Food on airplanes sucks, and that's when they even feed you.  And I'm sure that I can feed you better than the military can."  She flashed him another smile, taking a deep breath.  She was excited and gabbing away, unable to contain it.  "So, how are you?"