As the men finished up their meal, Claire rose from the table, a warm smile on her face.  "Okay, you two.  Off you go.  I'll clean up."  As the both started to protest, she shook her head.  "No, really, go ahead."  Gavin was great about doing his share around the house, but here and at the condo, but she always tried to make herself scarce, at least a little bit, during Landon's visits.  They needed their time without her, she knew that and was okay with it.<br/><br/>As they left the kitchen, she cleaned off the dishes, since there wasn't much leftover.  Guess the guys had liked the fajitas.  She'd have to make them for Landon again at some point.  He wasn't a finicky eater, but he was also quick to tease her when she fed him a meal that turned out to be disastrous.<br/><br/>She wondered, as she so often did, about his injury.  There was so much that she and Gavin didn't know; that time had been horrible, with her own accident and Landon's happening so close together.  She didn't know how Gavin held himself together, but somehow he had not only handled things as best as he could, he'd helped her... she shook her head, not letting herself think of how bad things had gotten for her.  She was on the other side of that now, and she was fine.<br/><br/>Finishing up, she dried her hands on a kitchen towel and went back into the living room, curling up with her book again.