CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Mixed Signals

Mason nodded, his smile understanding. "Of course. Take all the time you need." Over the next few days, Claire found her thoughts constantly returning to Mason's invitation. She discussed it with her colleague and friend, Sophie, over lunch. "Are you kidding me?" Sophie exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Claire, this is a golden opportunity! Do you know how many people would kill for an invite to that conference?" Claire sighed, pushing her salad around her plate. "I know, I know. It's just... I'm not sure I belong in that world." Sophie reached across the table, giving Claire's hand a squeeze. "Listen to me. You're brilliant, you're accomplished, and you have every right to be there. Besides, Mason clearly thinks you belong. Doesn't his opinion count for something?" As Claire mulled over Sophie's words, she realized that Mason's belief in her abilities did indeed matter. More than she cared to admit, perhaps. That evening, she found Mason in the living room, engrossed in something on hi