CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Once in privacy, Ryan returned his full attention back to Claire. "And you? How's work? You told me you got a job?" He placed his palms on the table, facing her.

"It's great," she prompted with a sigh, fixing her pose into more comfort. "I'm still learning. Well, I'm done doing what I truly love but . . . Maybe in time?" She wasn't as happy with the job.

Ryan squinted his eyes, a little bemused. "Interior designing?" he quizzed and Claire affirmed.

"Yes, I want some field work. Not sitting in the office making tea and handling copies!" she lamented. "I mean, I'm an interior designer, right? Not a secretary."

Ryan was looking intently at her, taking in all the complaints she had without feeling bored. He was in fact enjoying listening to her.

"That's how the large companies work," he seriously retorted, tapping his strong fingers on the table. "Unless, you can try small firms with little bureaucracy." He shrugged, the idea so not in his tasteful list.

"I know, but I need to learn some