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enjoy his lunch.
    “This is a project that Harold and I started last year, and it’s been so successful. Training horses for a person with a specific handicap is challenging and often a long process but when we saw the tears of the first young lady we trained a horse for her that had lost a leg in an auto accident; we both knew this was our calling. Harold’s parents mainly dealt in raising cattle. Training and selling race horses was really a hobby for them. This new area is our labor of love, and although it has taken an enormous amount of time and training, we feel so blessed to be able to give someone back their dream.”
    “Wow, that's amazing; you must both be so proud of what you’re doing,” exclaimed Claire.
    Jason laughed, “Harold and Liz are about the only two selfless people I’ve ever met and to prove that point, look at that mongrel of theirs that they lavish all their love on.” Claire looked in the direction that Jason was pointing and saw Wolf running around in a circle chasing his tail and finally falling over as though the effort had cost him greatly. With everyone laughing, the meal continued in companionable conversation over the local area and stories of other horses they’d trained.
    Claire was surprised to find this to be the most enjoyable meal she’d shared with anyone in a long time. Most of her meals with her mother and Louise were spent in constant trepidation of her mother moving into an agitated state when her memory lapsed. Meals with Suzy seemed to revolve around Claire getting out more and getting a social life or, at the very least, just getting laid. So this lunch seemed to be remarkably pressure free. Even Jason who normally was so intense to be around appeared to be relaxed as he pointed out areas of interest around the ranch or told stories from their college days. It was nice to feel like a part of their group, and even though she was Jason’s secretary and here in an official capacity, she still felt relaxed and carefree; a rare occasion for her.
    Claire insisted on helping Liz clear the table. They walked in the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher together. “I know this is none of my business, and Harold says that never stops me, but how long have you and Jason been seeing each other?” asked Liz.
    Completely confused at this question Claire looked at Liz and said, “do you mean how long have I been working for Jason?”
    “No," replied Liz, "how long have you been dating him?” For some reason, this struck Claire as hysterical, and she began to laugh.
    When she could finally catch her breath she looked at Liz and said between peals of laughter, “Jason would probably be surprised to realize I’m female; much less the object of his romantic interests!”
    Liz joined in her laughter and said, “Oh, I think he knows you’re female alright from the vibes I was getting across the table. I think there was more than the chili steaming over there.”
    “Trust me Liz, he would have more romantic vibes towards Wolf than towards me; we’ve a strictly professional relationship.” Claire was vastly amused to think of how shocked Jason would be to think that Liz would consider he had feelings for her. His first question would probably be ‘Claire who?’ and the second would be, ‘are you kidding?’
    At just that moment, the object of their laughter strolled into the kitchen and, God help her, Claire had to admit he looked better than any man had a right to. Why must she always feel like she was in perpetual heat around this man? She’d actually been around other hot guys before and hadn’t felt like her underwear was on fire, so what was the problem here?
    “Claire, are you ready to work for a few hours before we have to break for the evening?”
    “Yes, that’s fine; I’m ready if you are.” Oh yeah baby, I’m more than ready… She shared one last secret smile with Liz before once again letting Jason lead the way as they went back upstairs.
     

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